wrecklesserik

From the beginning of time I have been watching from my ice cold throne chair made of titanium which has now frozen me to my seat. I watch over the chat room Scribbles as a observer and a Praetor. Praetor of what you may ask? The Praetor of Scribbles, a diplomat if you will. I will forever hold my place among the kings. Once I escape my prison of lava and rock I will bring retribution to the surface of the Earth and walk the roads of Scribbles and stare at the lined crucified men and women leading to my throne in Scribbles. In my human form I wish to finally grab something that is stronger than any object forged by the gods. I hope to grab my bow of light from my ice chest to watch the world prosper!