|Careful, there's monsters out there. Then again, there's monsters in here too...|
PM: Osteo AuditionOsteo lounged on the roof of a comic shop, a parasol twirling idly above him to provide shade. He turned his head and saw dozens of other such parasols bobbing along the street, floating above the people they were shielding from the sun. Osteo had long since given up on griping about that death star. Eternal daylight was just a fact of life on a world called High Noon. Small wonder its inhabitants revered any bit of darkness that could protect them from the unrelenting burn.PM: Osteo Audition by Madican
Osteo idly reached down where his hips would be on a solid body, and pulled out a small notepad. "To dooo," he muttered, scanning the pages. "Catch the new movie. Did that." He reached up and flicked his finger across the item, leaving a tiny slash through it. "Investigate 33rd hole in reality this year." Osteo rolled on his side and looked at the silver rip dancing above the center of the roof. "In progress."
He picked up a small brick he'd acquired recently and stood up. He didn't bother to brush the grit off him
Current Residence: Third planet from the sun, usually called some variant of "dirt".|
Favourite genre of music: Heck if I know what they call it these days...
Favourite style of art: Whatever works.
Operating System: Brain.
MP3 player of choice: I quite like my iPod Balthasar.
Favourite cartoon character: Currently it's tied between Alfred and Harley from Batman the Animated Series.
Personal Quote: "The rumors of my life are greatly exaggerated."