[i][color=red]Oh da..lube it up, Diana.[/color][/i]

Things were just about to get hot and heavy in the gloomy room of a Russian teenage boy. His old Dell computer screen, the dinosaur of what it was now made a small illumination around the room, forming shadows under cheekbones and highlighting his delightful features. It has almost been a ritual at this point, beating a quick one after a game of Counter-Strike, but for some reason he wasn't feeling it tonight. Whether it be the thick odor of Kasha his mother made the night before, or the fact that he went 0-20 last game didn't set quite right. The boy didn't quite like to not finish what he had started, so he was about to go back at it when all the sudden a wall of green text appeared on his screen, covering the entirety of it, seemingly locking up his PC. He sniffed at it, confused. The boy leaned ahead in shock and gave his monitor a good clout before letting a line of static slowly drift from the top to the bottom of the screen. Nothing. Assuming it was nothing more than a chain mail or the average hacker trying to break into his computer again, he attempted to turn his PC off, but no avail. This it when a chill ran down the spine of the boy to which he skimmed past the paragraph at least several times before comprehending the entire thing. No matter how many times he read it, nothing correlated. Something about "The Crucible" bring captured and he being the hero to retrieve it! [i][color=red]Another goddamn ad for an MMO.. but.. why must I feel so compelled to PLAY?[/color][/i]

That's when it happened. All time and space around him collapsed. No more would he go by his regular name, but he would be known as "Pslam Silverman", the man with literally no face. Psalm was not sure what happened, and very little recollection of what happened, but never in his life did he expect to end up in a dark room with his genitalia exposed. When Psalm's vision came back into alignment, he viewed his surroundings, quickly to absorb his environment. The room contained an oval table that sat in the middle with exactly 20 chairs around. It looked like one big spooky United Nations meeting. Not long before traversing another realm, Psalm noticed his hand laying upon his privates, and he fiddled with his zipper in a slight panic to conceal them once again. 

"Welcome, all, to the Multiverse. And it's good to see you again, Luna." spoke a masculine voice from above in a digitized tone. Who the hell was Luna, and more importantly, what business did Psalm have in the multiverse? A variety of information swarmed the mind of Silverman hastily in an extraordinarily strange manner. He was aware of himself and his character, as well as a basic understanding of the multiverse. Once stepping through the doorway of dissipating green letters, Silverman eyed the two figures standing idle within the establishment. However this was odd because he had no eyes. Or mouth. Or nose. In fact, the entirety of his facial features besides the fold of his eyebrows were missing. 

There was a suave looking man in formal suiting. He looked like a mad hatter straight out of a Japanese cartoon. This pleased Silverman as he admired the dress he was in. To his right was a small woman in casual attire, as opposed to the gentlemen before him. There wasn't much for first impressions here, besides the fact she looked like she belonged on a farm. 

"Sit and have some tea," spoke another man from the corner of the room. He seemed to come out of nowhere. In the regular world, this would have startled Psalm, but instead he just burst out with a booming soviet-esque laugh.

[color=red]DA'HAHAHAHAHA! "O.K. THIS IS NO VODKA, BUT WILL DO, DA?"[/color] it was if Silverman was shouting, but this was in fact his regular speaking voice. He shook the room slightly, or so it seemed as vibrations were felt through the table, causing the tea to ripple in their cups slightly. When he spoke, his jaw moved in the way a regular humans would when they spoke. Despite having no mouth, he could still throw his voice in the deepest, loudest, and most Slavic tone possible. He took his seat promptly at the side of the table and awaited some form of instruction, sipping at his tea and enjoying himself with a feel of ease.