Argilian
Argilians frequent the land of Argyle; they were born there, they stay there, they die there ( sooner than almost everyone else) and to everyone's "delight" they procreate at a level similar to rodents or insects.
It was said the First Argilian (The Prime Argilian, Father Argyle) was born eons ago(old piece of dust), anointed in an unholy sacrament of alcohol, drugs, loose change, and alcohol on a bed of empty beer cans in a van down by the river. This depraved act began a revolution; it begin in the sewers and now the surface is littered with them. They frequent liquor stores, mini marts, Walmart's; anywhere where their few needs can be met.
We cannot get out: we cannot get out
they have taken the LCBO and it's parking lot.
we cannot get out: the end
comes soon we hear drums, drums in the deep.
They are coming
Dietrich, in his last moments as Manager
Argilians appear normal from distances of 20m or more, but upon closer inspection they share features of Orcs or Goblins. Skin may be mistaken for a catchers mitt or an Elephants sphincter, there is no in-between. Strong wrists from a life time of holding beer cans/bottles is an evolutionary marvel. Hunched or with a limp, with a bag full of cans or bottles they trudge along the streets of Argyle. Some think these features count as a weakness but they would be mostly right. The closer to the ground one is, the better the viewing for change and mostly-smoked cigarette butts.
It was said the First Argilian (The Prime Argilian, Father Argyle) was born eons ago(old piece of dust), anointed in an unholy sacrament of alcohol, drugs, loose change, and alcohol on a bed of empty beer cans in a van down by the river. This depraved act began a revolution; it begin in the sewers and now the surface is littered with them. They frequent liquor stores, mini marts, Walmart's; anywhere where their few needs can be met.
We cannot get out: we cannot get out
they have taken the LCBO and it's parking lot.
we cannot get out: the end
comes soon we hear drums, drums in the deep.
They are coming
Dietrich, in his last moments as Manager
Argilians appear normal from distances of 20m or more, but upon closer inspection they share features of Orcs or Goblins. Skin may be mistaken for a catchers mitt or an Elephants sphincter, there is no in-between. Strong wrists from a life time of holding beer cans/bottles is an evolutionary marvel. Hunched or with a limp, with a bag full of cans or bottles they trudge along the streets of Argyle. Some think these features count as a weakness but they would be mostly right. The closer to the ground one is, the better the viewing for change and mostly-smoked cigarette butts.
