|THIS DESCRIBES MY LIFE|
Here I am, rock you like a hurricane.
At best, you could call me a Shaman. I watch over spirits and do fun stuff. I've been trying to tell a story about everything that's been happening that I know about, partially as therapy, partially to establish who I am, as I start diving into my own personal hell. It's the aftermath of the November Incident, which I haven't explained yet.
- Ran into an old enemy that I didn't even know was still alive. I'm calling him Mastermind. I will end him.
- Gotta work with my fellow sages to find a way to save the day. We're working on it.
- Have to get the perception filter that's keeping people from seeing my posts good and gone.
I may also be bugnuts crazy and delusional. It's an occupational hazard.
This...actually doesn't make me very different from anyone else in this mess.
Hi. I'm Ellen. I'm temporarily running this show.
I practice Sorcery. I'm investigating Nick's shit. For better or for worse, I've been forced into this shit. I'm not a protagonist, I'm a secondary character. I don't know why I'm here. But oh well.
It seems if you want something done right, you should do it yourself. I won't be here long.