In Odin’s infinite wisdom he resurrected Jonah’s soul, and armed him with a gauntlet infused with the blood of Nithhogr. This gauntlet grants the ability’s to fend off Death regardless how many terrible video games one is forced to play through, and repels evil corporations known as “The Reapers” who insist on force feeding the masses with good reviews for mediocre video games.
Brett has been writing for over 10 years, starting when he was 13 years old with poorly written, overtly emo-kid poetry. Since then he has continued to write bad poetry which has progressed into average emo-kid poetry, stories and songs. He enjoys week nights either working, writing music or at home with his girlfriend Cinemax; who only seems affectionate after midnight. Weekends are spent doing about the same thing but also include parties at the house…via iPhone. After all, he can talk to a whole lot more people at once that way and not ruin his awesomely cliche-bachelor shag rugs, of which he has a growing collection.
His fears include, first and foremost, clowns (especially those creepy ass porcelain ones), those weird cats with no hair that stare at you with death eyes and also tiny tea-cup dogs (seriously, what the hell is up with those things?). When not living the aforementioned exhilarating life he has taken on for himself, he also finds time for his Betty Crocker cook book collection (he prefers pastries but excels at pastas) and primping his Troll dolls collection.
This has been Brett, and I love you. Seriously.