*a figure begins to fade into view in the space before you, and with it, a slight sound of static electricity crackles as the being comes into view, cracking with a loud -pop- as the character finally appears, no longer transparent*
greetings, mortal viewer... what brings you to my domain..?
3:11 AM, IN MY HOTEL ROOM, CHARLOTTE, NORTH CAROLINA
i will admit a slight sense of mundus, a bit of bleak boredom washes over me on this night-morn. it is "early" to some, i suppose. i sit here, in room 317 of ~the independence inn~, previously known as "the best western", until a schizm occured on the incent of the owners rather than the conglomerate beast that leashed them before. no more free nights on bonus points, alas. such grandiosity, no? i hope i do not bore you with the true nature of things. i often dramaticize and fantasize when speaking of my doings, as i imagine of course as most do that my life can't possibly be of interest, etc, etc. i know better. i try to know better. i am eating a twizzler, pulling the strings one at a time, it is a sensory delight. i stretch out, longing for something far away. i miss alex, i want to talk to him, our communications have been sparse as of late. are you ok? how are things? i think i shall write him a letter, and include with it a series of magical homemade trinkets and tools. maybe some lockpicks. we shall see.