Review: Deadnate – Mosaic
Hon hon hon.
Hon hon hon.
No, this growth is not benign.
POWER!!! UNLIMITED POWER!!!
If forced to choose, are you asking directions from the horned guy with a knife or the ominous hooded dude?
Eeeeenteeeeerrrr. Poooorrrtaaaal.
In space, no one can hear your synths.
Fear it, run from it, the Kazoo arrives all the same.
Whaddaya mean I don’t believe in thrash gods?
I talk to Dave Mustaine every day.
Silence begets a new er(r)a.
Marlugubre and I go way back.