Friend. That is what they call someone who sticks by you.

I had a friend once. Or, rather, they wanted to be friends. They even requested to join accounts on this website.

They didn't know any better. They were new here, after all.

But I knew what was best for them. They did not need an imaginary friend such as me. For I......am a shadow. I cannot be seen by those who cannot see me. And those who cannot see me are everyone. And no one. Those who can see me are those who can understand what I just said. For that reason, I, too, have trouble recognizing my own existence.

This friend...I forget their name. They were not important to me, nor was I to them. But they thought I could have been important.

They were wrong.

Here I live in the shadows, no friends, no end. I must continue my journey forth into the nether regions of Rooster Teeth and rightly claim my place on the throne of loners. And henceforth, my crown shall sit atop my head, and drown in flames the mountainous hearts of man.

...Seriously though, what the fuck am I saying. I believe I require a great slumber.

But not THE great slumber. I have shit to do and that would suck.

A lot.