Psst. Hey. Yeah you. Yes, /you/. Com'ere. Listen, I heard, and nevermind who from, that you were maybe, sort of, kind of thinking about looking for a pen pal. Someone new to pass messages between, share cookie recipes, classified government documents that might destabilize western civilization and esoteric thoughts about the effects technology is having on us.
If the intro didn't sell it, I'm kind of a fucking nut. A weirdo. I'm that one kid who sat in the back of the class in high school. Not the smelly one, the one who talked to himself. I'm not for everyone and I an A-Okay with that. But for some rare few people I tend to get lodged under their skin... like an infection or a medical imp