Brendan J.:
Hella's hair is fiber optic
Brendan J.:
The Stardancers have flare
Brendan J.:
Welcome to Earth
Brendan J.:
Nobody got the memo. There was no memo
Brendan J.:
Certain aspects of Seattle are borderline acceptable
Brendan J.:
Just at a normal game convention, playing normal games with normal friends
Brendan J.:
Yeah, you know. Role-playing games
Brendan J.:
Sincerely glad we didn't run into any unsuspecting stoned teenagers in the middle of the night
Brendan J.:
They fight crime
Brendan J.:
EVERYTHING IS FINE. GO BACK TO SLEEP
Brendan J.:
Like a satellite of love
Brendan J.:
Jackson rocked the sidestache before it was cool. He was only partially in this dimension though
Brendan J.:
DUAL VICTORY?!
Brendan J.:
Ghost audience
Brendan J.:
Where the party flat
Brendan J.:
You cannot hope to stand before the funk
Brendan J.:
How many of these arms do you think belong to Jackson, because you're wrong
Brendan J.:
Meanwhile the sky was just DOING this
Brendan J.:
My normal friends doing their cool hobbies
Brendan J.:
Saint Lukas
Brendan J.:
Saint Alexander
Brendan J.:
Saint Jackson
Brendan J.:
Saint Jamie
Brendan J.:
Saint Daniel
Brendan J.:
Don't worry, I'm an unprofessional
Brendan J.:
Throwing shapes