Wibbly wobbly timey wimey log

[temporalThief]

So, I guess I'm making a log, then. Anyways, I'm temporalThief, and this is my first session. Hopefully I don't mess anything up too bad!

Chumhandle: temporalThief (who'd have thought)
Age: 14-ish.
Symbol: That thingy I have as my avatar.
Guardian: Uncle
Strife Specibus: Bowkind.
Fetch Modus: Password. It's the one with the passwords on it.
Color: 631919.
Nationality: American.

Native/Current Session:
Role: Thief of Time. (more shocking revelations)
Land: The Land of Rust and Ruin. Yay, alliteration!
Consorts: Miniature grizzly bears.
Denizen: Czernobog. you know, the popular and non-obscure one.
Moon: Derse.

...That's about it, I think.

[temporalThief]

Alright, so the two other players are on their lands, and everything's going okay, probably. The Prince of Mind is on the Land of Frost and Planets (it's just a bunch of small ice planety things orbiting each other, not even making this up), The Waste of Void is on the land of Pumpkins and Glog'oht, and the Muse of Space is on the land of Angels and (insert garbled gibberish here).

I am absolutely positive that nothing will go wrong in this session in any way, shape, or form.