(Ugh...  I think I was supposed to take a right turn at that fork I ran into this morning. The sun is already setting, so turning back at this point would be tantamount to suicide. This settlement looks so lifeless and dark, though... I'd much rather die to a pickpocket's rusty dagger than to the fangs of whatever predators lie outside the perimeter looking for a foreign meal.)

Hey, everyone. Call me Gummy, since that's what everyone calls me. Oh, no relation to a certain toothless reptile character of the same name from a certain infamous TV program aimed solely at very young females. I get that far too often.

I've been writing since as long as I could remember, but that's not really saying much, since my memory is beyond poor. I do have basic experience in the art of roleplaying, though, and my grammar isn't half bad either, if I do say so myself.

So, don't kill me maybe?