Originally Posted by Capt. Huggy Face
Because Brother None is The Man. He's the NSA of RPGs. He's the "Pssst…" in a trenchcoat under a street lamp. The innkeeper easily bribed with digital gold. He's your conscience personified in 1s and 0s. The nasal-voiced 1920s telephone operator of the interwebs. He's the paste eater on the other end of your soup can on a string. The muted voice of static on your cordless home phone you think might be a neighbor. He's your brother at midnight on the matching plastic walkie talkie, who you begin to suspect might be under the covers with a flashlight and a porno mag….
…A whisper on the wind. A knife in the dark… *loses his train of thought and drifts away on mysterious cliches…*