Rance is an author who is very much like the rest of you. Rance hangs out with his friends. Rance's friends include Traci and Alana of the Wild Magick, John the MST Fan of Sarah the Boring's counter. Rance plays in the band. Rance enjoys Marching Band. Rance enjoys listening to music. Rance likes listening to soundtracks from movies and videogames. Rance also is a Jazz Trombonist, albeit a sorry one.

On second thought, Rance is nothing like the rest of you.

Rance's vital stats
1] muse (marble column beside the monitor, c'mon how many people's muse is a an inanimate object)
2] years running Alana has skipped Rance's birthday party (Yes, literally running)
3] stories on fanfiction.net (go review them. Now.)
4]wooden cats in Rance's bedroom (Why?)
5]Pink Floyd CDs (Good taste in music at least)
6]million times: how often the band has played Ruby Tuesday (We play better than the Rolling Stones, we know how to tune our horns)
7]books (average number lying around Rance's chair)
8] different Conspiracy stories (approximately, including various failures, revisions, and unpublished ones)
9] other guys in the Trombone section (mostly morons, quite a few of them fools, the rest blithering idiots)
10] reasons I can think of right now that you should stop reading this and go review my fics

A/N: On the Divine Travesty: I would like to explain the real humor of the Divine Travesty. It is that all the main characters are done true to who they are in real life. We actually treat each other like this. For those who know us personally this is what makes the story great. For those who don't, while you don't get to enjoy my fic to the fullest the fact that you don't know me personally is probably a perk.

Kudos to my reviewers, and to the rest of ya'll... well, I'd watch my back.