[color=0076a3][center][h1]Sasha Kardashev[/h1][/center][/color] [hr] Well, well, well, look at we have here. Utter disrepair, a sea of dust, furniture that looked like it will break down the moment someone sat on them, and a computer that seemed to be suffering its final death throes. The members of the club were all arranged in a U shaed formation, with the chairs creaking with every little movement that they did. This was a terrible contrast to the great stories his other had told him about her time in this university; she said that the Writing Club had one of the best bases in the entire academy. But now, it seemed that they switched places with none other than the poverty club. The bloody poverty club! Oh hell no! Sasha right now was using a cane to balance himself, as he had a bad football injury a few years back; it was enough to warrant the doctors to prohibit any more playing for the foreseeable future. He had his laptop in his bag, which is what he used to write his ieces (to be more specific, he always used Google Docs so that his progress isn't lost if the computer decided to crash.). Furthermore, he ws sipping on a cup of coffee that had whipped cream on top. Probably Starbucks. Right now, though, there was the mandatory introduction. And now he decided it was his turn. When the words left his mouth, there would be the marked accent of a Muscovite Russian, though it ws nowhere as hard or boorish as the stereotypes often say. [color=0076a3]"My name is Alexander Kardashev, though you can just call me Sasha, or Alex. I have a slogan to suggest, but I fear it could be lost in translation. Anyway... ehem. Knowledge is power. Guard it well. Does that suffice? Maybe, I think. Anyway. Good to meet you all."[/color] [@Rusty][@pentagoon][@Aces Away][@ES][@Rithas][@Quattro Bajeena][@Sanguine Rose]