What is this place and who am I?
I don't remember my name. All I know is that I don't know my name and I can't seem to remember that I don't....uhm. I get the strangest feeling I am beimg watched by those who wish to harm me. Show your faces or your bodies ooooh.
This door in front of me appears to be made of wood but I am made of would nots. However, I haven't the choice in the matter and I must enter. What lies beyond the door, you may axe?
I answer, with my own and chop this door into a pile of nothingness, now scattered at the bottom of my hip stalks. I enter the door, blinded by a light brighter, brighter than the brightest Wonderbread and feeling half as bright.
As my eyes adjust to my current surroundings, I see a table and a tea set. Well I do feel a tad parched, why not quench my thirst in my quest to quench and clench for the answers to this conumdrum. Hmmm, this teapot feels heavier than it appears. What? It does not dispense tea, it is dispensing a look into what I feared the most.
Bones.
What can this mean, I have done know wrong, as far as YOU know. And these bones look like they belonged to a man who has aged with plenty experience under his belt but is unable to apply them in his current enviornment. And yet, he was a happy man. A happy man of bones. And now, holding his bones, I am the bone-ee and him, the bone-er.
I now know what I must do. There is a great evil that eminates from this place. Pure chaos and anarchy run the show and I, a lone unknown, must organize and make sense of this putrid mismash of poopy diarrhea. Though they all are not connected by any visible means, I shall make them all aware of a common root, from which they sap away the nutritious.....uhm....dammit I lost my place.
You shall become aware of my presence soon and these bones will not have been spilled in vain.
See you soon.