I sit in my pit, pondering the path I do take, the souls I do touch. . Yet, I find nothing. . Nothing but pain. Why must I be this way? Oh, how I can wish, if but for a single fleeing moment, to be “Just another face,” or more simply put. . To be normal. Is it because of how life treated me? Or is it because, deep down inside, I must. .
I *must* alienate myself from all the others? From the endless, carbon masses and corperate drones of this current age. . Ho, what is this? There, in the distance. . I see a spark, I can almost taste the warm welcoming embrace of a morning sun. . A light at the end of my chasm, a passage to escape my bitter Underdark realm. . And my reply? I laugh. I laugh at the light, I laugh at the repose, and . . Above all . . I laugh at myself. For, when all is said and done, I am who I am. Or, more percisely, I am *what* I am. .
This is more of an introduction than anything, I dare say. That, and of course, a few tidings of my demented thoughts. I should like to bid all of you salutations, and raise my drinking horn in honor of all the erriely beautiful Children of Darkness here about. . An honor to be here, surely.
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Yours with the darkness. .