User:Mapleseruhp

A lone lanky man walked down the narrow barren alleyway. His steps were uneven and abrupt, portraying his intoxication for all to see. With a knock to the dry wooden door, he spoke. "Day night exsanguinate." The door responded with a squeal of its long rusted hinges.

Men, woman and even teenage children sat around the large round wooden table, but they payed no mind to the his new presence. As he approached the large wooden gathering place, he noticed computers, typewriters and what was that, a quill? They were writing all at different paces, pens flying as if their lives depended on it and fingers dancing lazily as their owners drank a cool syrupy beverage.

"Welcome to the club, I loooove your previous work." A low raspy voice spoke from a space behind him.