Liam Delima's Questionnaire

"Dallas Fort Worth -- everything is big in Texas, including subterfuge and intrigue. Most aren't ready to get to the bottom of this shit soup, but I've been swimming in putrid muck for ages. Uncle Ryan has a basement that is ideal for my clandestine operations. Location? Atop a crucial leyline, check much. Munitions? Fridge consistently stocked with Faygo:," he changes to a robotic voice, "all-nigh-ter sys-tems en-a-bled." His voice returns to normal. "Ryan stays the fuck out of my way because he knows I'm trouble. It's an amazing -- NO I DON'T WANT ANY PIZZA, I'M DOING MY VIDEO JOURNAL -- an amazing set up. Of course the powers that be pull me to all corners of this sordid earth... where there is a rock to be turned over, Liam Delima is there, turning it."

"Heh, my money? Let's just say I have a pretty lucrative operation running right here in Uncle Ryan's basement. Look at this account." He points wildly at a screen. "Ranked, unlocked. Rank? Bronze. Heroes unlocked? Yep, all of them. People pay a pretty penny for accounts like this and I'm doing it in every game you can imagine. I grew up as an entrepreneur, honestly. Used to boost toons in WoW -- horde for the win -- and Prestiged accounts in Modern Warfare 2. This is me staying on top of the market's demands, adapting, like a fanged chameleon."

"The world isn't what we think it is. You think the leaders are corrupt? Everyone does. Everyone knows the leaders are corrupt. But did you know they also accept mind control serum from a race of alien entities that we can't see on the visible human light spectrum? It takes years to build up immunity to their zeta waves. Did you know that interlaced on top of our reality there are eleven different distinct spheres of metastential reality? Crossing the light boundaries requires a level of finesse that even I fear. I've only seen four with my own eyes -- but that's not important. I'm here to stay on the cutting edge. The Ancient Sages prophetalized this moment in history. A kali yuga, the apocalypse, Frashokereti, Ragnarok. The veil is being cast aside, it's about time somebody do something about it and get everyone on the same page. Even if the masses keep drinking the fluoride, I'll open their eyes."

"It must have been when I saw my first doppelganger. Grey wet skin, oozing eyeballs, gaunt features. I saw it in its true form for a split second, then it consumed the waitress and carried on like nothing happened, in its new form. That's when I knew my parents had been replaced. They had been acting weird for a while, not their same old selves. It still bothers me, but they don't know that I know. It's too early to play my cards, I keep them close to my chest. What's it matter, my parents are already gone. One day I'll bring down their cabal."

"Uncle Ryan? Yeah he's alright. It's a shame he's so intimidated by me, it's a big barrier in our companionship. Anyways, yeah. Ryan. He's a skeptic, thinks that the world is going alright all things considered. What a boomer -- 57 to be exact. He's the type of guy that doesn't mind watching Phantom Menace and Clone Wars on a weekday evening. Not a bad guy though."

"Crispen is my closest friend. He lives on the outskirts of town in a trailer, on his own land. He keeps the area safe from electromagnetic interference and zeta waves with a complex spiritual suppression field that even the Pentagon would be jealous of. He's a really cool guy, you can learn a lot from him."

"Bethany... a shameful situation. Someone as cool as her, working a wage slave job for those corpo serumites? Disgusting. She makes a great choccy latte though. With my busy life, there aren't a lot of people I see as consistently. Most days she's there, we've grown to know each other over the years -- well, year and a half. I hope she doesn't mind my small talk... I'm not great at it..."