Here is some basic information about myself.
Name: Topaz. Well, not really. We'll just pretend it is.
Age: 15. I can ALMOST drive . . . almost almost . . . Driver's Ed is crap. . . .
Gender: Female, I think.
Hair: Brown. Fascinating, no?
Skin: Very pale. I just got sunburned in the SHADE a few days ago.
Eyes: Subject to change.
Ears: Check.
Nose: Check. Currently sunburned.

So how are you? How am I? How is the world? The world's in sucky shape. The screen name I gave is no longer in use, but I'm not giving out my new one because I'm busy being a hermit and not talking to people. So there. :P You can email me at [email protected] if there's some pressing need like those men in white coats think you're me or something.

I might return someday with another account, but for now . . . Topaz is dead.

Dead.

Muahaha.

A scream echoes far off in the distance.

That was quite a loud thud, wasn't it?

Little crimson droplets fly through the air.

Pretty . . . it's like a fountain!

The obligatory "Noooo!" is shrieked by some random observer, who then dives toward the motionless corpse at your feet.

Gosh, it smells bad in here. Like blood, y'know?

Said corpse staggers to its feet and wanders off, humming happily.