Life is not jade peaks capped with creamy clouds that obscure beatific alfresco bistros populated with pretty people lapping lattes over crafty conversations. Life is a treacherous tango with diabolicals down a dark lane past harbingers of doom who violently argue Armageddon with zombie parking meters. No my friend, life is ugly and full of peril.
My name is Mista P., and for 1100 years I have been warning those who would heed my predictions. Beholding the sickly underbelly of the world and things that crawl from the grave is my curse.
If you give credence to my visions, much suffering can you avoid. My missing eye sees that tweaking circus clown hiding in the alley with an awl that used to keep the tilt-a-whirl tilting.
When an 1100 year old Jamaican Voodoo priest knocks on the door and you are brainstorming mobile applications, things fall into place pretty quickly. While we were developing the app, we called our reliable partners at Bazillion for a great assist on sound design. Next thing we knew, we were saving the world from something.