September, 1993. The earth shook from its hinges, a cataclysmic reverberation from an ancient clash at the corner of an unknown star sector finally echoed in earth’s ears. The moment had arrived, a cacophonous conflagration of heaven and hell, of fallen angels and Diablo. The bones of the prophets were dug up for clues, but the wind had scattered the secrets. Scribes unfurled dusty scrolls, guarded by fanatical Gnostic sects, long hidden from imperial eyes. Suddenly, instinctually, citizens of the earth gnashed teeth and genuflected in bacchanal reverence. My God Salty Onion had arr… read more
September, 1993. The earth shook from its hinges, a cataclysmic reverberation from an ancient clash at the corner of an unknown star sector finally echoed in earth’s ears. The moment had arrived, a cacophonous conflagration of heaven and hell, of fallen angels and Diablo. The bones of the pro… read more
September, 1993. The earth shook from its hinges, a cataclysmic reverberation from an ancient clash at the corner of an unknown star sector finally echoed in earth’s ears. The moment had arrived, a cacophonous conflagration of heaven and hell, of fallen angels and Diablo. The bones of the prophets were dug up for clues, but the wind had scattered the secrets. Scr… read more