User:CurtisPendleton9090X

Curtis Pendleton is what many historians would consider a renaissance man. Although his mild schitzophrenia prohibited him from documenting totally accurate journal entries, especially those regarding specific dates and times, his diary is for the most part considered a trusted primary source. In his daily summaries, he describes his service with the Night Watch, a mysterious military division from the Vietnam War era. He was recruited, of course, due to his fantastically diverse skill sets, including, but not limited to, his powerful sense of smell that could detect landmines, his dextrous fingers, capable of diffusing explosive traps (and playing pretty melodies on his pocket flute), his eagle eyes that could pierce through foliage and soul alike, and his diverse knowledge of Asian culture, most notably poetry. His last haiku before his death in nineteen seventy freh is speculated to be one of the most beautiful things anyone has ever contributed to the art form.

Down, down, down, down, down. Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, I like twirlybirds.