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I, Xx_TheMilkMan69_xX, am the sole proprieter of this truly wonderful corner of the internet. But who am I, really? Well, it's not a matter of who, but what. And what I am, is none of your business. But I can divulge some other fun facts about myself.

I am a 3D artist. I personally use Blender. Sometimes I'll throw together a shitty animation, which is not my strongest area. But I sure do try... sometimes.

I am a gamer, and not of the dumbass fucktard "Fort Night" variety. I'm a REAL gamer. Have been just about my whole life. Take a look at my character sheet to see what some of my favorites are.

Adding onto that last point, I primarily play on PC, but I also do plenty of retro gaming on my CRT TV.

Also a game (largely retro) collector, though I've died down on the collecting scene in recent years because this hobby has gotten insanely fucking expensive. But I still pick stuff up every now and then.

I do collect VHS tapes as well. I've had to stop collecting though because I literally ran out of room on my VHS shelf. Shit fucking sucks man

ORIGIN LARPTALE

Well... it all started when I was born.

The Milk Man --><-- Messiah

I, The Milk Man, was a milk delivery man in the year of 1867. The milk man to end all milk mans. Hence the name, The Milk Man.

A freak accident with the fabled "Skateboarding Red Nyan Cow" in the back alleys of New Orleans had occured circa 1869. The police declared me dead, though no corpse was found. This was because I was never actually murdered.

You see, little did they, nor I, know that this Skateboarding Red Nyan Cow was actually a time traveller from the year of 3069. Since I was brutally injured by complete mistake, this cow took me to it's home in it's time period to put me in a better physical state.

To our dismay, I was beyond repair. So it uploaded my brain's stored knowledge to a 32GB SanDisk MicroSD card, which may only be used for epic haxx on the internet. I am now a machine god who projects themself into your timeline's internet database.

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