Golden Palace has tattooed me a record forty-nine times. Now I just sit here at this computer all day, never leaving, typing out pointless things because (1) I'm rich and (2) I look terrible with all the tattoos. Every few weeks though, the Golden Palace folks come by and drag me out to some event. They leash me up and get some guy to walk me around with a camera focused on… well whatever since I'm just a giant tattoo at this point. I'm not sure why they film me. I think they broadcast it to the internet or else beam it to space. I heard once from one of my Golden Palace tattoo buddies that they are involved in some heavy conspiracies to keep aliens from ever thinking about fucking with us and the tattooed people play a prominent role in accomplishing this goal.
Ontological Damnation.
