the-dowager

. Be really afraid. I'm back, motherfuckers. Noss Fess, Soil of Hunt!! Ya takin' to me??? YA MUST BE TAKIN' TO ME! (For Cthulhu's sake, I know no one cares about me coming back or not. But I always wanted to say that.) Benedictions, mortals! The Dowager.-

. To those who call themselves readers, In some kind of fashion, I do not have a clue how to start this bloody Journal. Almost three months have passed since the last time I manifested some prove of my existence around this HTML file. But I do have a good excuse. I'm really sorry. Excuse me, Deathi. I never wanted to worry you. I'm also really sorry, Stefan. I didn't know you wrote me a note for my Birthday. That direful, ominous day. On September 12th, my mother had a Cerebro-vascular accident. An haemorrhagic stroke, more precisely. The times before the CVA were ardous, for she obviously couldn't endure the fact her parents died.

Greetings, miserable mortals! I should burn in the last Circle of Hell!! I completely forgot that, five days ago, was this Account's First Anniversary!! I remember myself creating this marvellous wellspring of freakishness. So many catastrophes, and so many excellent experiences had happened since that time till now. I would love to be able to recur just to the nice memories. But that's not the fact, nor the reality of things. I was not drawing much the time I created this. And I am not drawing at all these days. But, going so far, I have to confess I'm not happy at all with this account. My drawing skills are obviously mediocre, poor