Welcome to the lair of Tisiphone's Angels, one of those storytelling jokes that seemed like a good idea at the time (we were probably drunk.) Here you shall find photos, bios, and eventually, an original tale of adventure concerning my Angels, and their battle for scotch. It'll be fabulous. Trust me.
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Our first offering in the lengthy and rather silly saga was contributed by the self-described sex-god of the group: Palaver. Dirk Nightshade, a.k.a. The Palaver*A hero from a time when men of action do as they dare to protect that which they hold dear, he is unafraid to leave the dirty work to others because there is always serious drinking to be done as well. He is resplendent in impeccable suits, a gas-mask and a fez. The later two accruements have no particular function relating to his crime fighting abilities, but rather appear to be in evidence because "it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was drunk, of course." Noted internationally by his motto "Sigh. Drink. Death" (although he never really got past the second imperative) and for his ever-full whiskey flask, The Palaver is a constant companion (especially for his flask) of The Shadow, The Green Hornet and other slightly more goal oriented men (which is not to imply that as a companion he is "that way". In fact, he is a heterosexual Nazi pedophile, but typically too drunk or sleepy to effect any of these inclinations). Known also for his culinary skill (or at least appetite) he is the world's leading expert on potatoes, and is in constant quest for the perfect potato recipe. As Dirk he is the heir to the "Nightshade Potato" empire centered in Prince Edward Island. Thus he is bound to remark to evildoers (and, really, to casual acquaintances) as he departs: "I have to go. My potato is done." The Palaver is also a member of the elite crime fighting (well, heavy drinking and talking about how terrible crime is) organization known as Tisiphone's Angels, who are sworn to do something or other from time to time if their otherwise heavy schedule of drinking will allow. Dirk is the obligatory sex god of the trio, but largely by default, as the other members of Aleta's Angels are a bit gifted in the flabby department. The Preacher uses his encyclopedic Biblical knowledge and his scathing wit to effect moral change. This makes him the obligatory brainy one. The Poet uses his irresistible foreign devil charms and his Romantisizer to effect temporary insanity on those who would dare to attempt evil, and well, practically any young women in the immediate area too. This makes him the obligatory revolving one, as he is in and out of The Angles depending on the prevailing moods. |
* go look it up.
Created on August 11, 1997. Last modified on January 24, 1998.
people have cared about this weird shit since January 5th.
Thanks to Dirk for doing all the really clever stuff on the page (i.e. the write-up). All comments, curses, and pleas for scotch can be therefore directed straight to Dirk himself.