Ode to you, heroic typist of keys - on a plastic sword and lcd shield. Protect us from bad purchases and good hygeine. With your long wave mane, your lyrics ring true against the clatter finger mashing voices in the air. Sing to us, oh epic one. Sing to us, at GDC. Singstar Queen, Bohemian boy, the Rhapsody calls urging us to see, read, respond more to your hacking of red lights and faulty blu-ray. Pics of the illustrious one: Chillin' Crecente Crecente in Duece Bigalow Crecente in Mummy Crecente chillin from the studio playin some guitar hero Oh mighty Crecente, when will you kill more zombies?