Oh what sorrows plague those abound! Villains, Harpies, and Demons abound!
Is there nothing this poor scribe can do to free themselves from this torment?
your pen will be the weapon that sets you free from this foul torture!
Quick, to paper! Scribe, write furiously so that the spell of your words opens those doors denied to you!
Oh, err.. I'm William, AKA William the Sorrowful, or Masqued Illusion.
I'm 21, Single, and well nothing more you need to know.
There lies within every man a small seed of the animal we use to be so many generations ago. It shows itself more often then one would like to believe. Should it show itself in a competitive nature, or within the plans we set in the shadows of our enemies. We must never forget the animals that surrounds us, or the animals within ourselves.