Soundcheck !

Heya heya heya!! Kami here for another exciting Soundcheck, the cream of the cream on this Scumbase! You've been shocked, you've been surprised, but above all else, you've been disappointed and that's a sign I'm doing a good job!

I would like to slip in a little apology for I completely forgot about World Class Scum this week... That's two weeks in a row if I'm not mistaken, so I'm currently training my butt for the incoming Ghetto-Kick. But this is no place to talk about other columns! Let's introduce this week's contestant:

*drum roll*
He's smaller than most, still stronger than me. He's always last on alphabetically ordered name lists, but that doesn't stop him. He's quiet most of the time in guild chat, but he's checked-in when it counts! (Ain't I awesome? Plugging a check-in message in here and even writing a parenthesis that points it out! Subtle!)

Give a good round of applause for Ziglabeu!

His story begins a little while ago, not that long ago actually. Well, longer than me, but let's not rub his face in it, shall we? In a certain place, on a certain day, two adorable people are in love and about to get it on, baby! His soon-to-be father opened the radio on what would be, forever, Ziggy's main personality:

That's right people, he's a love machine. Love is pouring out of his pores, rainbows are shooting out of his eyes, birds are following him on the street and he speaks with the same voice as the singer on the left. Hellah Sexah, Babah!

Zig grew taller in his teenage years, with all the acne, the new smells, hair and awkward conversions with the parents that his age brought upon him. It isn't easy to be a love machine. But it turns out you attract a bunch of people, and that's how Ziglabeu met a friend of us from Zenith. That friend actually made Zig a nice little lullaby, probably a result of love overflowing out of our love machine. Here's what came out of it:

Who knew StevieeeeeB had the guts to produce something like that? Not only are we learning so much about our.. um... very manly Ziglabeu, we also get to know who's fault it is! Aren't we glad we have this column!

All that being said, the real deal is always the Booze Song. The #1 hit on the radio on your way to the bar, the convenience store, the liquor store, the grocery store, the supermarket or straight to the brewery. This is the song he first got drunk on (at least legally):

Nothing else to be expected from our Love Machine. He probably has a heart the size of the moon. Zig might be afraid of electric guitars and is allergic to fast tempos. And what's his real relationship with StevieeeeeB, we will never know, but it looks sweet. Lucky him!

Well, that's all for this week, folks. I hope you enjoyed, and I hope, as much as you do, that we'll get some bigger hits next time! Or at least something that normal people can dance on...

Stay tuned, as next week, we'll be poking around our favorite gobbo-speaking Alyxyn! Not to be missed for anything in the world!

Cheers