Sometime in a lost century, Somewhere betwixt the fabric of time, a deal was struck between heathen Warlords, Witches, Gods and Man, in order to balance power, they chose to create a being to influence, misguideand when the time would come, be the destructor of earth. It was agreed he would live a lonely and tortured existence, for the betterment of the universe. As the powers of these beings combined to conceive their creation, in the dark there was a spark, lightning crashed through the infinite vastness of space, a giant owl’s shadow was cast. Energy started to gather and take form, the Warlords sacrificed a virgin, splattering her blood across the heavens, peppering the black sky with energy fused gore, gore that now hangs glowing in your night sky. Between those summoning beings, a dense fog formed, within that fog a faint rumble; then crackles and snaps of living electricity danced out towards the infinity. The residual energy left the fog with a neon like glow. There in the dark their creature rose from its electric fog. His form was giant, and as it rose from nothing, his chin lifted from his chest and the blood of the virgin dripped from his lips and face. His eyes glistened blue and alive like watery planets. The silence of space grew more quiet. The being stood staring at the Men, Witches Gods and Warlords, in terror the men ran as did the Warlords, warlords should never run the beast thought and with actions so fast and a laser bright flash the warlords blood hung across the heavens along with their virgin, creating more orbs of energy. With a healthy guttural laugh the beast turned his eyes to the Witches and Gods and asked 'why have you sprung me into this existence?' The Gods coldly stared, the witches cowered until one stood and spoke, a woman, a god. She confidently stalked forward and her voice mesmerized all that listened: ‘We have summoned you beast, to unleash you on this universe, to influence and change it, to terrify and charm it, it is yours and yours alone to rule. The other Gods and myself have other dimensions to attend to. Influence the occupants here but, before you do, listen to my father.’ The Great God seated in the center slowly rose as the creature came forward, "kneel beast" the Great God boomed, the beast kneeled, the God took hold of the creatures head as he tilted a golden decanter and mindfully poured an enormous amount of hallucinogenic chemicals into the brain of the fiend, god grade chemicals that would allow the creature to walk between worlds, dimensions and time itself. As the drugs took over his mind, the Great God echoed through space and time, you will be known…as Yorkatron.
Millennia later, the beast now wanders the earth, getting into adventures and slipping between dimensions, all while turning the tricks you call digital design, web design, custom lettering, tattoos or film. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find him, maybe you can make your project Yorkatronic.
Does your skin beckon out into the cold and lonely night? Is it yearning for the steady hands of an inter-dimensional lady killer? You bet your candy ass it does.