So, you’re Cecil, omniscient sort-of-journalist-cum-researcher, and you’ve established your own army of Dopephiles. Now, you make a few bucks selling them books and mugs and such, but surely the financial reward doesn’t outweigh the massive effort of finding out the answers to all these questions.
So… doesn’t it ever seem like we’re being set up? Maybe he’s going to turn us into an army of world domination… fighting ignorance with force!
The mind boggles at the thought. In fact, excuse me while mine finishes boggling.
Okay, there… so what IS Cecil’s master plan, and when is he gonna reveal it to his underlings?
General Czarcasm has something of a nice ring to it… or how about Corporal Q.E.D.? Mess Officer Dutchboy208?