Your name is GALLEY VANEKT. You are a rare MALE JADE BLOOD, dooming you to CUSTODIAL PURSUITS, though at a higher position than lower castes. You currently enjoy the position of SUPERINTENDENT in a CRAPPY hiveblock on the outskirts of a city, where your position affords you room and board in a hive located in the BASEMENT. You tend to "Taake Yoour Tiime Aand Speeak Cleearly" to avoid being MISINTERPRETED. Little does anyone in your building suspect, you are also a member of an ESOTERIC CULT that rejects the HEMOSPECTRUM and seeks to DESTROY it by summoning various OLD ONES you have seen in your DREAMS. Tragically, the CULT only has ONE other member, leaving you hard up for SUCCESS. You tend to DESPISE SNOBS, and like to HELP THEM be LESS BOTHERSOME through FATAL STABBING and BURYING them in the WOODS. It is FORTUNATE for your PURPOSES that Alternian garbage bags tend to double as BODY BAGS. One such BLUE-BLOOD SNOB has just LITTERED at the base of the stairs in the LOBBY after mocking your ASYMMETRICAL HORNS. You withdraw your UTILITY KNIFE from inside your BOILER SUIT POCKET. Today just got a bit more INTERESTING.
