Fuck Photoshop and all of you panzy ass desk task jockeys. 75 fucking points just because you and a bunch of other people know how to use Photoshop and a web browser? From my vantage point a vast majority of completed tasks are total shit.

Some may call me a hypocrite for vocalizing my displeasure through the same medium as I disapprove. Though others recognize and understand that if time was more by my side, none of you "players" whom do nothing but sit at your desk and submit tasks mindfully ignoring the fact that this is anything but an online internet only game, would be left in the past, crying your woeful hearts away due to the shear grandness of quality proof and physical collaboration.

It could be worse, in oppose to textually abusing your pitiful disillusion of high scoring, you could make a fool of yourself by accepting a guise of intimacy during a moment of inebriation, coming out of the haze only to find the laces holding your mistaken status tide together in an unknown configuration.

Using The GIMP I touched up the legendary photo, resized it for a higher DPI print out. Rushed down the street Friday during work, dropped by again before I left for the drive home. It's rather interesting seeing your face bigger then it normally is. The poster was then cropped and glued down to some cardboard. A hole cut and a preview of what a participant should look like pasted onto the back.

Agent Red Robinson carried around the contraption during The Journey To The End Of The Night. When players would find him, in exchange for a Powerful Object they were required to stick their face through the hole and pose as a spectacle. No fucking Photoshopping was needed for this portion.

Note: The vast majority of players asked, "Who's Rubin?" Draw your own conclusions while you sit behind that screen in your protective home.

Photo set.