Scambo Posted December 12, 2012 Share Posted December 12, 2012 (edited) Friends Call Me Wes Preface Hello to whatever unfortunate soul happens across this journal recounting my days here in these bizarre lands. Or, to the potential editor's as well as publishers I will seek out after my prompt and dignified escape from these hellish nightmarescape. I ask that you suspend your disbelief at what will sound like outright madness on my part in stating that all the facts stated within this text are just that; facts. I humbly request that you grant me the patience and benefit of the doubt and leaf through this recollection of my survival and escape with an open mind, and an eager coffer. Or, if as I fear, this is being read by some poor fool doomed to suffer the same fate as I, to be exiled in this strange place full of strange things, then I have perished here and never again seen my home. But, first and foremost I am a man of science and that means that I have the prerogative, nay, an imperative to learn the secrets of this place and its inhabitants. The deal I struck with Maxwell, that chief among fiends, still rings loudly in my thoughts with Faustian irony. But I will not give that monster the satisfaction of my failure and death. Not so Soon, at least. But I get ahead of myself.I suppose introductions are in order then. Very well, my name is Wilson A. Wilsley III, but Friends Call Me Wes. And this is the account of trials and horrors I have encountered after striking up a bargain with Maxwell Scharpe. Edited December 12, 2012 by Scambo Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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