Welcome to the Future.
I have held many names in the past, Pinkerton Scumbag being foremost amongst those whom currently lie in a ditch in the middle of bloody England missing their eyes, teeth, and steaming genitals. How I did love their genitals.
But I digress; these days I prefer to wear a different set of gloves. You can call me Doktor Bedlam. And unlike certain other gentlemen, with names like Steel and Horrible, I am not mad. I am in fact rather calm, if you discount my burning love for genitalia. And the burning in my genitalia when I must urinate.
But that’s all beside the point. The point is, I am Doktor Bedlam, and I am here to introduce you children to the wide world of Biopunk, steampunk, cyberpunk, and electropunk (which is also deemed Teslapunk after everyone’s favourite little Serbian-American crackpot).
I am also going to rant at you about all manner of things, from table etiquette and how to devise a doomsday device that actually works, to how you should be living your lives in worship of myself, and my lovely assistant, Miss Twist.
That is what you can expect from these sporadic writings. Now bugger off, and find something useful to do, peons.
