Ah, I knew you would find your way here.

After all . . . you just couldn’t help yourself, could you? You let curiosity get the better of you, and now you’re surely starting to wonder exactly what sort of muck it is you’ve snuck yourself into.

Well, don’t make that face. I’ll tell you at least as much as I have time for, but introductions first. You may call me Degen3rate, Degen, or whatever suits you, really. This dreary little place where you have found yourself is a record of my translations, recollections, and dreams; an archive of stories, poetry, natural documentation, and argument. While you are my esteemed guest here, you are free to leave and return as you wish. Should you ever chance your way back, perhaps you might even see that it has grown.

I suppose if you are to stay around, you ought to know that I am dead, or rather, have been for quite long. Yes, I was once much like you. However, that is a dark and lonely tale . . . and one for another time. I am truly quite busy, so why don’t you run along and look for something to sink your teeth into? I’m sure you’ll find a few works worthy of pulling to pieces.