Salutations, dearest detritus of the digital abyss! I am Marquis Marrowtick, raconteur of rot, prince of porcelain, and your delightfully deranged host. Within these hallowed halls of static and splendor, I offer tales stitched from cobwebs, monologues marinated in madness, and peculiar little performances no sane puppet would dare utter.

I’ve been waiting—oh yes, centuries!—to be heard again. And now that you’re here?
Sit, shiver, and sip the strange. I shall entertain you eternally. Or until your screen flickers out.

—Yours in splinters and silk,
Marquis Marrowtick 🕯️💋