I guess it would be best to start off with a hello...
Wait, that's not nearly dramatic enough!
Long ago, when chaos enveloped all and existence knew naught but the Void, a twisted, grinding soul took form in the abyss. The horror's gelatinous mind was an eldritch construction...it knew not happiness, or empathy. It could not comprehend the deepest agony, nor the most transcendant bliss...no, the creature, this creature whose existence itself was a sin against heaven and earth, could feel only one thing.
I'm sure that melodramatic paragraph will tell you everything you need to know about my writing, nutritional content, lack of scripting/drawing/composing/anything useful talent, as well as my pathetic pretentious project which I'm not sure whether to call Lanius, The Thirteenth Door, or something that doesn't induce vomit.