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Who am I?
You are looking at a tall-dark brown haired boy who looks wise beyond his
years. Just standing before you, he is very intimidating and you take a
step back before greeting him. His deep blue eyes seem to pierce through
your soul in their first looks upon you. After seeing the hesitation
mirrored in your eyes, he proceeds to grip your hand in firm greeting:
"Hello. I am known to the world as Mazrim Taim, and I have survived off
of these lands (he motions to the landscapes surrounding you) for as long
as people in this world call a "teenager." I take great pleasure in
publishing my thoughts on this messageboard which you are reading now."
The boy pauses to lick his lips and clear his throat:
"I am very interested in the field of Fantasy. I read many Fantasy novels
and play primarily Fantasy or roleplaying games. In my free time I enjoy
to roleplay in the AD&D world or visit other worlds in a MUD. It may
alarm you, but I enjoy to listen to classical music. It seems to have a
soothing effect on my mind."
The boy gestures to the wildlife around you:
"Welcome to my world! I hope that you find yourself greeted warmly here.
I hope that you will enjoy your first visit and continue to come back. You
can even make plans (reservations) to visit here in the future by
"bookmarking this page." Be aware that everything is constantly under
construction. Tell you friends to visit as well."
As the boy finishes, he steps back and gracefully bows:
"If you are in any need of service, just yell for me
(wgrowdon@ucla.edu). As your host, it is my job and duty to make your
stay as comfortable as possible. I am always looking for ways to improve,
so feel free to announce any of your pains or delights."
The boy bows once again and waves. He crisply turns around and starts
to walk away, but before he is ten steps away he says over his shoulder:
"Don't forget to sign my guestbook so that I know exactly who has
visited. Also, you can announce yourself to other visitors."
He then proceeds to disappear in the surrounding forest. You are left
alone staring at where you last saw him. Faintly in the distance you hear
the call of men to arms, and you wonder where and what you should do next.