The Baytor FAQ

Just what the Hell is a Baytor?
Baytor is the name of a comic book character who was created by the Irish scribe, Garth Ennis. Baytor is a demon, and a quite insane one at that. Typically, the only words he bellows out are: "I...AM BAYTOR!!!" Occasionally, he will say some nonsense about one subject or another, but he has never once said anything that had a passing resemblance to anything that made any sense. He debuted in The Demon #43, and can currently be seen every now and again tending bar in Gotham City in the pages of Hitman, also written by Garth Ennis.

I just saw those AGJK After Hours screenshots. Man, you are sick.
Not a question, but, yes. Yes, I am.

What could have ever possessed you take such disgusting screenshots?
Although I would love to take credit for the idea, I have to give that distinction to my partner in crime, Dustoff. After musing that it would be funny if someone made a Sodomy Hack for Jedi Knight, we played against each other. After one of my frequent deaths, the game turned into a graphically enhanced ICQ chat, until Dustoff muttered the now infamous phrase, "Man, you sure are spread." The rest, as they say, is history.

What's the story behind the Lover's Leap screenshot?
Okay, so no one ever asked this one, but I really love this story. In a game with Ping and Dustoff, I managed to grab the Conky right before Dustoff, and decided to jump off the ledge to make my getaway. Unfortunately, I didn't have quite enough health to survive the fall, and died. Dustoff, chasing me, also died jumping down from the ledge. And Ping just about died laughing having seen our double suicide. And considering that this happened not more than a couple hours after the infamous sodomy screenshots, I latched onto the name of  Lover's Leap, and, thus, the story of the star-crossed lovers was born.

What could have possessed you to pick the Threepio skin?
I'm not sure exactly why I was drawn to that particular skin. I do remember getting a really good laugh when I noticed it when looking through the various skins, but it wasn't my first choice of skins. That goes to Dark Mara from MotS, but she wasn't available in JK. So, I just grabbed the first one that caught my eye, and started playing with it. After listening to the funny sounds it makes, I really got attached to it; and I never really have to worry about playing against somebody with the same skin. On the negative side, Ping really enjoys killing me because he loves its death sounds.

I'm sure that some amateur psychiatrist could make some issue of my being drawn first to a female skin, then to the skin of a gay droid, but :-þ.

How did you develop such a frightening knowledge of obscure Presidential trivia?
Personally, I don't think that it's that frightening. I've been blessed with a pretty good memory, and politics is one of my interests. And after 20 years of paying attention to it, I've accumulated quite a lot of useless knowledge about it. So, even though I know that President Clinton has the 2nd largest shoe size of any president (Lincoln's were the largest), I don't know what size show he wears. And it's no more frightening to remember all the losing Vice Presidential nominees in my lifetime, than remember the victors of all the Super Bowls in your lifetime.
 
Do you really idolize Richard Nixon?
Probably not in the way you're thinking, but I do have an enormous respect for the man. I do agree that he should never have gotten within spitting distance of the White House, but after reading almost all of his books, it is obvious that there is a first-class mind at work. Too bad his natural tendancy for paranoia ruined his Presidency.

So, why exactly are you a Republican?
Back in the late 70s (1978, I believe), the series Battlestar Galactica debuted with a three hour television movie. Being a die-hard Star Wars fan, I was anxious to view anything which bore any resemblence to that greatest of movies of my childhood. So, I, like many other obsessed fans, sat down ready to be blown away by what I was sure was going to be the greatest TV series ever created. And about half-way through, a most terrible thing happened. An event so horrible, so hideous, that I have difficulty relating it to you today. The show was pre-empted by signing of the historic peace treaty between Isreal and Egypt. A treaty made possible by the evil of man known only to my 8 year old mind as Carter. I learned to hate all things Carter, and my burning hatred of the Democratic Party can be traced to this traumatic childhood experience.

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