Launch the Attack Cat!

Introducing the Illustrious Mac Abre: Creature, Void Member, Debut Author, All Around Oddity

Welcome, Mortals.

No need to fear, your new friendly neighborhood Void entity is here. I'm not going to attempt to take over the world *cough*yet*cough* or devour your souls *cough*yet*cough*. I merely aim to please, disturb, and delight.

Step 1). Launch Blog--check

Step 2). Publish fantastic works that appease the niche of Void Members and Void Soon-to-be Members----- Uhh, working on that one...

Step 3). Devour their souls, roasted with a rich caramel glaze (just like Grann-Grann used to make)---Wait, no, that wasn't supposed to be published here!

Step 4). Conquer the World and implement a dependency on Green Energy---Dammit, Lenore! You were supposed to edit the first part out!

<- If anyone was wondering, this is a stylized portrait of my pet skull, Chuck Mann. He drew it himself and wanted to share.

I am, to be more precise an upcoming author--or is it writer? Chuck, at which point does a writer become an author?

"The point at which they place pen to paper or fingers to keys, nitwit."

Ah, yes. Well, actually that doesn't answer my question. I am eternally old and yet very young--I am immortal so like time and gender roles, age is nothing more than a social construct--and have decided to let the public decide whether to read my words. You see, Chuck and Lenore, my Carrier Crow, are not the best companions and currently have a bet on whether my stories are acceptable to the masses. Seeing as there are limited numbers of us, we bring these words to you for judgement.

The Premise of the Bet

For the next Millennia I'll be pumping out creative works as much as possible. These works will be filled with science-fiction, allure, the supernatural, weirdness, some space travel, magic, a werewolf (possibly more than one), dark humor, and above all else creatures like me: Queers or Immortal Souls of past Conquerors. (Which ever one you identify as.)

The Stakes

If any are marginally successful, I will then be the proud owner of Lenore's de-materializing perch and Chuck's spare set of Glowy Glowy Creepy Eye Inserts.

If I lose, *gasp*, well those two get to mock me for the rest of eternity.

"Hey, I recall agree to something els---*muffled squaking*."

ANYWAYS

Explore the landscape that is our virtual lair. Think about becoming a member or signing up for the newsletter so that Lenore may drop notifications and small animal carcasses at your bedroom window. Read a few (i.e. all) stories and maybe share them with others.

Blood sacrifices are in the back and everything else is to the right.

At Last, Mortals, Let the Games Begin,

Mac Abre