Thorax O’Tool
That's an oil drum, not a keg
THORAX O’TOOL
Portfolio: ARSNIC
Webcomics: Fail Whale, Doomafudge
The Story is long and hard, with ten thousand years worth of adventure crammed into less than three decades.
TO’T used to be a normal person, until one fateful September night.
The gods of the Ancient Ones had long been conspiring to simultaneously bless and curse the Green Earth.
They sat alone, in their gilded tower of copper and crystal, overlooking the Sun.
Their thoughts raced between one and other, with no words for mortals to hear.
The gods of the Ancient Ones thus crafted an enormous lawn dart out of Pure Thought and closed their eyes, lobbing it to the Green Earth.
The Dart of Pure Thought traveled through the ages and space, striking the Earth on September 18, 2007 in the parking lot of the Safeway on 38th.
Whether by fate or by dumb luck, the Dart of Pure Thought nailed TO’T square on the head.
The pain was tremendous, and Thorax could see through both space and time.