So, it looks like I've gotten myself a second job. Now, in general, I do not believe in working harder than I have to. It's against my religion and personal morals. villainous idol and towering rock god is a full-time position as it is.
However, there are some offers too fine to pass up. Bouncing at Transgression on my own schedule and giving a hard booting to any bastard I see fit ... and getting paid to do so, well, that's just such an offer. I can drink on the job as well and the booze there is gratis. Aces.


I also found this ridiculous thing that suggests I will leave quite the legacy of squealing larvae behind me when I die off.

849,310 descendants - you're more genetically fit than 70% of the current population -

849,310. Wow. You're no Mongol warlord, but when you consider today's evolved moral standards, you did just about as well as anyone could on this test. To have that many copies of your genetic code running around in just 32 generations is really impressive. You're at the top of the scoring spectrum: you have the right mixture of intelligence, savvy, and assertiveness to spread your genes like a rock star. As you'll see below, some of your lines will die out, but your genetic material will thrive here on earth for a very long time to come. A close friend of mine created a program to generate family trees for this test. It's based on your unique answers. We accounted for sterility, birth rates, death rates, disease, drug abuse, nitwitism, and accidents and came up with this, for you. Note that you'll have significant offspring with two separate partners; the second of your genetic lines is slightly faded to make the chart easier to read. The second line could represent either a second marriage or an affair:

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on fitnessfactor

Link: The Genghis Khan Genetic Fitness Test written by gwendolynbooks on Ok Cupid

I can't say I'm all grins about the prospect of thousands of additions to the Nicalls line. Ladies,remember your pills, won't you? Can't be that bloody difficult.

At least it recognizes my astounding virility.

Hail Satan.