I guess it's about time I shared something with the flock. I thought about keeping it private at first, but honesty is a virtue.

I remembered my name. I'll still go by Chapel--I've gotten kinda fond of it--but if you want to, you can call me Nicholas. Nicholas D. Wolfwood.

That wasn't the best night I've ever had. I know people have made up plenty of stories about the end of the world, but I never expected to actually see it.

It had a happy ending, but I'm not so sure that part of non-fiction.

Shit, spiky. Was that really you?[ooc: A minute or so after writing this, Chapel thought better of it and scribbled over ( Read more... )

So I found one of those crystals--the memory crystals?--and it turns out I'm a priest. How about that. [A reddish-brown smudge appears on the page.] --and I'm bleeding, too. More like oozing, out of both hands, except I never cut myself. Sorry for the mess, folks.

[ooc: Chapel got a memory crystal while drinking with Monarch, and his payment ( Read more... )