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Viking Alex
Alex is the voice of reason and logic in this clown car of hopes and dreams. When the other Vikings would rather tie their opinions to mushy-headed faith and spirit
Alex weeps into his drink, crying out to the mummified corpse of Sir Isaac Newton and the ghost of Charles Darwin for the strength to carry on!
Alex is also an asshole of extreme rarity; he'll call for the destruction of all Christian churches one minute, advocate cannibalism the next, then flip a bitch on
opinion to rally for the end of the corporate system and a return to the brotherhood of man. In the great words of Digital Underground - Viking Alex will "pull down the pants of your mind."
When faced with the yawning black maw of infinity, Viking Alex will be in no other place than standing on the bow of the crazy ship "lollipop" with his brother's in arms,
hoisting a glass of whiskey and toasting his way to hell.
Viking Alex enjoys combo sandwiches, pizza and loves each and every one of you most of all.
vikingalex at vikingyouth dot com |
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Viking Mat
Mat is our specialist in transgenderism, our resident old man, the carpenter without a home to hang is hammer.
Like a prison shiv carved from the old block of early broadcast
journalism, Mat carries the decorum for the show as well as
the other necessities which begin with a D. Mat is our "Sweet
Jumper" mystifying crowds with his aerial acrobatics and ability
to function after hours of nerve dampening research.
When Edward R. Murrow returns to earth to save his flock at
the End of All Things, it will be Mat whom he falls in love
with there by fulfilling Prophecy.
Hey Kids! Did you know that Mat is totally Gay?
vikingmat at vikingyouth dot com |
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Viking Jason
Jason is generally the laconic member of the round table whose silence is puncuated by an uncontrollable cackle, and on frequent occasion,
a sneering sardonic rant peppered with a buckshot of insults. On other occasions, he jackknifes into drunken, tearful litanies on the
peerless grandeur of the universe and the pulchritude of naked girls with bazookas for arms.
Sort of the spiritual salt of the Vikings,
his tortured subconscious serves as the shady, cluttered backroom for the Mind at Large; an OTB for dishevled archtypes hiding from debt
collectors and lawmen, drinking the hard stuff and laughing in the aether. A rabid Southern Baptist filled with sunspots plucked straight
from the pupils of Heironymous Bosch, Jason's head is the dilapidated barn door to a thousand hazards of the infinite, held together with
old duct tape and slurred prayers.
vikingjason at vikingyouth dot com |
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Viking Brian
Brian is the meat engine to this delinquent ship. He's the ball buster, the mother hen, the
angry kraut shaking his fist first at the Vikings and then saving a couple shakes just for god. He's the sorry son of a bitch
that has to wake these bastards up every day on the playa, he's the kurmudgeonly drunk who chases down everyone's
balloons.
Brian has an extensive background in the occult, meditation, altered states of consciousness, and mysticism. If you hear
somebody on the show drop some science about Crowley or Sigilization or strange dreams that create
implausible realities than that's probably Brian.
Brian is always the last man standing.
vikingbrian at vikingyouth dot com |
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