Hmm, meet Microcosmic Cadaver, the unholy love child of early Carcass & spacey, second-wave black metal. What, you thought I was going to be the 8,347,114th person to regurgitate a day late on assassination tango? Talk about reeking of putrefaction.
Dammit, I need more metal readers.
Well, Comic Sans, your best player's all dressed up in 8-29 with no particular court to go, an unyielding, ever widening freakshow of tape, three-shilling jump shots, negative plane post moves, mind control defense, check this disturbance: imagine neither Klingons nor Romulans but twenty-six episodes of The Interstellar Cavalcade of Lwaxana Troi & Mr. Homn. There's your nutshell, trade everyone, even the ballboy for a 2014 conditional second rounder & a pastrami on rye.
Oh, & for the cherry on top, a leering
#identify them per your own political bent, it's a free blog, I'm off to change the world by lighting a moment of silence.