Deep within the bowels of society, a lone stranger sleeps. She has watched the ebb and flow of the liquid societal tides change slowly before her eyes over many a day and many a night, and it is now that she rests. Or she could play this little flash game until her fingers fall off; that works too. I address myself mainly as Wolfy, if you could address me in the same manner, it would be much appreciated. Monica also works, presumably. I'm eighteen years of age, and don't mind a few friends; ones to bother with my philosophical blunders and sudden epiphanies that one gets on late nights staring at a computer screen. I hope we can become the best of friends in the future.

Drawing Writing

I like anything, really I do.

Dry humor is right up my alley.