Prologue

In the more adolescent years of my life, I have come to notice that most stories start with "Once upon a time, far far away", which disturbs me somewhat, as I have always thought of fictional stories as a writer's way of escaping the real world's standards of exceptional work. You and I both know that when every story starts the same, every story has the same climax, and every story has the same morals and values, the stories become the same, and lose every trace of individuality. You may have noticed that society has been welcoming stories with more risqué dialogue and settings as of late, which would usually give you the idea that these tales was differentiate in some way, but no such luck. Now, authors can't even find unique names for their main characters. It's always "Elizabeth" this and "Henry" that. I mean, COME ON! Get a baby-name dictionary or something!

That's why, in the story that I am preparing to bestow upon your unfortunate souls, there will be no weak knees, no stomach-dwelling butterflies, and most certainly, NO ELIZABETHs! And do you know why I am so sure that this story will be so anti-cliché? Because, my dears, this story is real, this story is true, and this story is mine...