The time is rapidly approaching for me to abandon this skin suit in some otherworldly caper, teeth to teeth with the celestial phantasm.
Friday, November 18, 2005
Mad Mr. McFriend Needs Love
"My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine." Frankenstein's Monster
Once a regular American Joe, a chance encounter in a protodimension yielded a great transmogrification, leaving me as Martin McFriend, a beyonder, kindred of the darkling hordes and first-class warlock.