Weirdink resides in the dark and moisty caves of a rather hidden place, aptly named The Weirdink Headquarters. He doesnt get out often, but when he decides to do so, all hell breaks loose. When he grows up, he wants to be a zombie. He loves making up stories and staying up late, gone are the days when the effects of caffeine worked properly on his damaged and delused brain. Please do remember to pray for his sanity more often.