A little bit older and a little less worldly, I have emerged from a crumpled mess of desperately unfortunate events and escapades. I have endured cliche after cliche of hopeful bullshit, which I appreciate wholeheartedly, but frankly and between you and me, hope’s got nothing on luck… and I am fucking unlucky. Also, apparently, I’m totally being a ridiculous Victorian sad bastard about it.  MP the Obscure. Ha cha. Get to the point. Getting to the point.Things are looking up, my anonymous friends. Indeed, the darkest dark before the dawn and all that kind of Alchemist junk are now behind me, or have at least retreated into the periphery. With a resounding knock on the ubiquitous wood of the universe, I am looking forward to coming back to life. Knock, knock, knock.