Biographage (by Keloid Wednesday)
Field Marshall I.P.T.L.F.B.G. Gorsefinger, flesh singe-er and darragoo husband, has shown a pointed transcendance of reference ever since he teamed up with the Reverend Carbuncle and his Tripod of Fury to produce "Missed me skene, oh no! the Gas Cyclinders!" which was denounced by the callows as "scissored to oblivion and vacuumed to a comma."
Further projects with Loathsome Popsicle and Constable Blimey! (scourge of the swings) served to consolidate these overtly spasmed warrior tipped implements of change.
Despite a hiatus where he won the 2004 Bog Slaughter derby with a score of 28, he has never "withered" as the tellings of Kyorn would say, but has rid himself of those tawdry registers of decay that do in lesser beings make their way.
(Jacko Bismuth(the new caricature of zane) appears courtesy of Nyyaaaargh!Records)
