#mod hammy

Wait. Is this workin'?

Most assuredly, it is. I consider our temporary takeover successful.

Aw hell yeah, no more C ramblin' about! Let's go!

Wainwright 'ere. It's the funny day, so I decided to temporarily abuse my power an' take over this blog. With my beautiful darlin' of a husband, of course. When causin' mischief, two's always better than one.

Oh, please.

But yes, that much is true. We have, ehem, special privileges - that means no redactions and no expletives filter. Some things may still be classified, but you surely understand that we have a right to privacy.

That being said - ask away.

I can't, even in good faith, embarrass Dell. He's trying her damnedest.

C... what thing has C not done? Doin' substances in the manor, flirtin' with every goddamn Vault Hunter ever, jackrollin' me at least once per fiscal quarter. He also commits food 'n' drink crimes on the regular - saw him eat kryo-aid pickles with applesauce & Edenian seasoning at least twice, an' drink Crest Label whiskey mixed with hot sauce & garnished with somethin' that looks strangely like the poisonous herbs my husband grows for his strange (I mean this affectionately, of course) purposes at least thrice.

As for Marshall, well, I'll let Alistair say this one.

Marshall has a... thing for Maliwan and Tediore brand artificial intelligences. The rumor about him having a crush on Sanctuary's navigator is very, very true.

I am still debating if I should agree to "wingmanning" for him.

On screen, Marshall!

Courtesy of Winny, of course.

I also have in my possession a custom sniper that carries my name and a frankly ridiculous critical hit multiplier, but I would rather not show it here, as I'm afraid someone might gain a desire to kill me in order to see if I would drop it. After all, it's the only Pearlescent made after that memorable incident with prawns and the disk, as far as my relatively sizable knowledge goes.

We met on a hunting expedition. I was overjoyed to be hired as a guide, but Winny... well, his late father dragged him into it against his will. Perhaps Monty somehow knew we would mesh nicely, but he didn't know he would have regretted it later.

And to clarify: you might not know this (I know a lot who don't), but there is a whole galaxy beyond Pandora. We met on Eden-6.

What he said. And yes, you've probably heard of us somewhere. Can't say I've seen bandits talkin' about us, considerin' we shoot on sight an' are well versed in gardening (that is, putting bandits deep enough in the mud so that nobody tries to dig them back up).

I’m new so i dont think anyone knows me.. My name is hammy! (You can call me ham for short if you’d like!)