My name is Mike Meijer, also known as W1ZD0M, or, more commonly, “That Freaky Retarded Loner Talking to Himself In The Corner”. I have a passion for writing, mumbling, pissing off just about anybody in a position of authority, and kicking ass in Full-Contact Origami Deathmatch Tournaments. Oh, and I sold my soul to the devil over the internet. Hey, it was an honest mistake! who knew you could ACTUALLY upload a soul??
And now for the formal introduction to W1ZD0M:
An immensely experienced Game Theorist, at the time of this writing, level 20 and with more Impossible badges than Jesus would have if he had a Kongregate account, W1ZD0M is a grizzled veteran, just don’t ask him about The War; his eyes will glaze over, and before you can say ‘I love the smell of napalm in the morning’, he’ll be running amok in his local shopping centre, gutting shoppers with a 12-inch hunting knife while screaming something about charlie being under the wire. Other than the occasional flashback-triggered-mass-murder jail time, W1ZD0M is a regular at Kongregate. W1ZD0M enjoys being something of a father figure to newcomers, with the laid-back attitude of a tree hugger whom no-one seems to have told about the demise of the hippy movement, to N00BS he’s like that cool uncle that always tries to keep the peace at family gatherings and sneaks you a beer at the same time. But don’t let his relaxed demeanor fool you; he can transform into a rolling dervish of razor wit in the blink of an eye, for the scarily intelligent W1ZD0M is Grandmaster of his own unique brand of delicately brutal Verbal Judo. He structures his arguments beautifully and without mercy, and has been known to leave scholars of the highest degrees completely mentally obliterated in the wake of his one-of-a-kind logic.
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