As the evening approaches, bringing with it a crimson sky, a lone wanderer approaches. He is rather tall, with a long black cloak that seems to hide his features- save for his eyes, which bear a worn-out tiredness. However, while his clothes are ragged and torn, they seem to hold memories of another land, one similar to this, but in decline. As he takes a seat, he begins talking, as if to himself. "My.... name is Blackout, with a zero instead of a 'o'. While I may not look the part of an avid scholar or a writer, I assure you that I am. Stories... they tell of heroes and villains, of the past, the present, and the future. They are endless in their multitudes, teeming with possibilities." The man waves a hand as if to ward off that line of thought. "Ah, but I'm getting ahead of myself. I haven't explained who I am. I'm simply... a traveler. A traveler who has met a fair few people, some of who could be called Gods or writers depending on your views. But, my dear acquaintance, our time seems to be fast approaching. There are untold stories and tales that need to be recorded, read, and... enjoyed."
The man stands, giving a sigh as he surveys the sunset. He nods to himself, seemingly content. He turns his head slightly, his eyes looking for the one he spoke to, but finding nothing but the wind. "Until we next meet, my fellow traveler."
(Ahem... normally I wouldn't interrupt after writing a piece like this, but, uh... It's a pleasure to be here. I hope I get to know you guys, through writing and I, uh... well... thank you for reading so far. Have a good day!)
The man stands, giving a sigh as he surveys the sunset. He nods to himself, seemingly content. He turns his head slightly, his eyes looking for the one he spoke to, but finding nothing but the wind. "Until we next meet, my fellow traveler."
(Ahem... normally I wouldn't interrupt after writing a piece like this, but, uh... It's a pleasure to be here. I hope I get to know you guys, through writing and I, uh... well... thank you for reading so far. Have a good day!)