Greetings, Fellow Internet Dwellers, and Welcome!

If you wanted a story that is both cynical and sarcastic, you've come to the right place. If not, maybe you should just leave.

Now, to fulfill the blatent self-promotion that is the point of the profile, we shall talk about ourselves. Hopefully for a continued length of time.

Rebecca is the artist. She illustrates the things that occur in Lisa's mind; a difficult task indeed. She is, of course, obsessed with Harry Potter, but also enjoys Star Wars, Buffy, Angel, Star Trek, X-Men and Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy, to name a few. Rebecca is a vegetarian and she loves rock and jazz. You can find the illustrations on DeviantART and also on the fantabahoobie livejournal.

Lisa is the author. She takes all the strange ideas that jump around her and combines them in a similar manner to using a blender. Apart from Harry Potter, she enjoys Artemis Fowl, CSI, Fairly Odd Parents, Agatha Christie novels and Narnia. Lisa would live on peppermints and crisps if it were possible, and all her music seems to come under the heading of 'alternative'.

If you wish to contribute to this fic, feel free to type a little something in a review; or alternatively, purchase the rights to a billboard somewhere in Australia.

Any spelling errors in this profile can be attributed to Lisa, and any complaints should be directed to Rebecca; where they shall be ignored.

A sequel is planned, and requests for cliches are welcomed.

Good day, and remember;

Poro Ago Caeseus