What a foul place I find myself in... One quick look and I could tell, this place, it is sickened with depravity. Lost souls who have, by chance or by necessity, found themselves massed together for a common goal. Adventure. Comradery. Glory. Salvation. It pains me to think that I am anything like them, but the standard dose isn't enough anymore... I feel my mind wander, my fingers eager to follow. 

It has not been long since I began this habit, perhaps a year at most, but once I did I found myself enthralled. Every week, often twice or three times a week, I would find myself at the table, indulging in my sick little fantasies. Some ventures tapered off, others endured. After a while, only one remained. Once a week. Once. a. week. It wasn't enough. I began to stray from the table which had become my second home. I ventured from site to site, seeking a place to rest, to settle, to indulge...

And that's how I found myself here. Hopefully it isn't as disappointing as the last. Hopefully I can find a group of like-minded individuals, even among this rabble, with which to "chase the dragon", so to speak. 

In any case, call me whatever you like: Joel, Vaso, it's all the same. I've never had much success with play by post, but I hope to find here a community on which I can play as frequently as possible.