| There was a malfunction
in the FireOptikon-Seven
multi-phasiac
transfer conduit, and instead of being shunted from one point in the Chromasphere
to another (Cyberville
to CyBeerTown), the original Russet
got split into dozens of cloneforms, and spread out all over the place.
Some of them were evil
clones, as it happens. Evil,
I
tell ya. The Enclave destroyed the original Russet, and the last of the
clones, Russet 66,
took up his mantel, first to avenge his forebear's death, then to carry
on his work, all the while continuing
to
chat, webPresent, doodaddle and yuck it up in Cyberville Having scrapped Plan #367-01-A to take over the world. our intrepid anti-hero starts working on Plan #1014-B-37. Now, if only he can find a viable source for the talking chihuahuas and the singing sharks.... |
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The Story Behind the Gallery: Years
ago when I started connecting with people online (shout out to the ol' WBS!)
and started posting pictures of myself, I started with cartoons
(click here for that gallery)
of myself. This quickly evolved into edited photos. I've
posted, litterally, hundreds of pictures of myself on various social
networking sites, and, while you might think it's vanity, I used it as
an avenue to learn more about digital imaging, scanning, digital
photography. And, while I'm not a musical recording artist,
I've done a whole series of what I call "The
Album Covers." Early on, I
came to understand that R66
had a life of his own. He's me, and he's just who he is, too.
Included in this gallery are some of my faves. They're me, but they're
the me that live in what I call the Chromasphere.
Okay, maybe it is just vanity. |
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