Egypt, 1472. Four-hundred ninety-nine years prior to the ballistic pink augmentation of Phirsh Deluxe’s entire musculature. The man whose body will eventually contain that musculature is racing violently through the crowded markets of Cairo, converting shoppers into former pedestrians at the mighty waffle-ironed hooves of his nog-powered synthetic buffalo. This man is Thorsten D. Lochs, a scholastic bastard on his way to the Nepalese badlands, where his wife eagerly awaits him. His supply of nog is dwindling, and the reserve tank on his buffalo has long since gone rancid. Thorsten ventures onward to reunity with absolutely no regard to what surrounds him.
What do you think? I myself am having mixed feelings about the prominence of the character's unmodified name. It is supposed to be an obvious parralel but I suspect the way in which I have presented it is far from subtle.
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