QUOTE(DT_Battlekruser @ Jan 17 2007, 11:35 AM)
Let's keep adding to the pile of wrong answers, shall we?
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Ok.
DTBK, or as he was known in a previous time to his fellowmen, Fingal, immigrated to the United States during the winter of 1935. It was a particularly cold winter, and DTBK was at odds with his fellowmen over what to do with the newly born devil child. A young couple, possibly from Sweden, had wandered away from their dwelling late one evening, the woman was pregnant, but not expecting for a month or so. While they wandered away from the home, it slowly got dark, prompting the husband to get some wood for a shelter and fire. Looking, they wandered their way into the Highlands. Dased and confused, the couple made shelter in one of the many underground caverns, where they spent several night, watched from a far by DTBK. One night, however, was not to be as peaceful.
An eerie red light filled the highlands, like God himself had pricked had outstretched his hand over the Highlands, pricked his thumb and let the fresh blood flow smoothly over the land, entering the smallest nooks and crannies. Awakened by the seemingly unnatural phenomenon, DTBK rushed to the wake his fellow Highlanders. What they next saw was ghastlier than a thousand ghouls. Under the uninviting glow, in cave on hillside, a child was born. A child of unspeakable evil.
Lacking the bright glow of most newborn infants, it's deviations ranged from a lack of pupils to the six cuspate tentacles that grew from the back of his neck. It's presence was a cold one, and as a first matter of business, it impaled the grieving mother over a nearby underformed stalagmite. Unsheething his Claymore, DTBk entered the cave, and slayeth the wholly evil image.
47 or so years later, he escaped the thrill of The Game and found a permanent residence in Californ eye eh, periodically staying in his lair for lengthened periods of time to program, play Starcraft, and just chill out, relax and max all cool.