Eric McGillian

[Tomtomrawr]

The camera was activated, and a view of a room came onto the screen. Clean, with calming colours on the walls and the bed. Purple with beige. The room was small, only a bed, two walls and a tiny cupboard were visible.

Suddenly a man came into view who was previously behind the camera. He was 6"2, about 210 pounds. But it was muscle. He was wearing a tight-fitting green T-shirt with plain black tracksuit bottoms. Also known as "Grandma trousers" due to their loose-fitting characteristics and tight ends at the legs. He was also wearing navy blue socks.

He turned to face the camera. He had matt black hair and eyes as brown as maple. His face seemed both friendly and frightening at the same time, and obviously used this to his advantage. He sat himself down on the side of the bed, so the camera faced him directly.

He coughed to clear his throat, and began to speak with his friendly yet intimidating voice. He spoke slowly, as if making sure he pronounced each word correctly before moving onto the next. 'If you are wondering why I am wearing clothes not even worthy to the bums on Houston, it is because the nice ladies down at the desk offered to wash my clothes.' His face immediately lost its intimidating features and cracked into a grin. 'When ladies like that offer to wash your clothes, you don't refuse. Too bad they didn't have anything better in their lost property box whilst they washed my real clothes.

'But that's besides the point. The point is, if you are watching this, then you are interested in someone besides yourself. Good for you. Not many care about anyone else in this crazy world. My name is Eric McGillian. I am a Freelancer currently associating myself with the Colonial Remnant.

'The reason I am making this is to explain my life, and reasons for specific decisions. So sit back and enjoy, and I suggest you get some food. Because by the time you have heard all of this you will be starving.' McGillian lifted the camera remote from the bed and hit the top button. The recording immediately stopped.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.