User:The Fabulous Fabulist

My feet are dirtied with the filth and corruption strewn across this ancient landscape like cheese across Sheogorath's carpet. My eyes, too tired to express disgust any longer, have waded through sights which inspired sickness, regret, an aggressive and overwhelming fear for all humanity... but also a will. Neigh, not the sort of will one writes when planning to commit suicide after witnessing some of the utter tripe present in this realm, but rather, a determination to build, to restore. That is my purpose here.

So I shall fulfil that purpose; I and I alone will forge a haven for decency and frivolous, far-fetched fables. I am not accepted within the mostly-immaculate halls of genuine information, nor do I have a place inside the downtrodden, graffiti-riddled warehouse on the outskirts of town, where profligates exist under the indelible rule of ribaldry and general thick-headedness.

Thus, I have created my own place, inviolable to the forces of vulgarity and stupidity, professionalism and seriousness, except those of my own. Be welcome.