You are known as LY'LAC, OF THE FINAL APPLAUSE. As was previously mentioned, it is your MORPHDAY; though you are PRETTY MUCH OVER IT ALREADY. You tend to get over things pretty quickly. It's not like you've got much time left anyway.
Coinciding with this lack of time; you've taken up few INTERESTS but a large variety of DISTRACTIONS, first and foremost amongst them ANCIENT SATYRICAL THERMAL WEAPONRY. You have a particular fondness for their EXPLOSIVE PROPERTIES. As an AMATEUR ALCHEMIST you've found you can make PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING INTO A BOMB if you put your upper organon to it, and OFTEN WHEN YOU DON'T. You consider yourself a connoisseur of the EPILEPTIC SCRAWLCELS; An incredible art form known to laymen as "cartoons". Though many would leer at your personal selection of GREISEI ERA ANIMATED AVANT GARDE COMEDIES, they are nonetheless your favorites. The opinions of others don't really get you down. Those cartoons made you FEEL something and THAT MEANS IT'S ART and you've long held that ART IS CINEMA. You've also taken up GARDENING lately, though somewhat predictably your talents lie more towards THE ENDING OF THINGS. Your friends tell you that you have something of a BLACK THUMB.
Speaking of friends, you have a small but dear cadre of them that you have been COMPLETELY IGNORING for the past few hours. To this end you have not been using your somewhat complex mystically enhanced chat client, which is called NAGLINK. Your nagtag is currently gavageCunctation and you find yourself easily distracted... because unfortunately, the wonders of your world largely underwhelm you.
You are also CURSED, but WHO ISN'T THESE DAYS.
