In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Insatiable curiosity and humour, his soul blistered by the fires of medium and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual awesomeness. In his humourous writing career he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking to make the readers laugh who were amazed by him. He wore the crown of the Quorans, and those that tasted the bite of his writing named him... the Son Of Quora. Tempered by the humor within him, his iron will remained steadfast through content writing . For he alone was the Mad Monk Writer, the Unchained Comedian, who sought retribution in all quarters, humor and philosophy, in storytelling, in fanbase building and he hunted the boring content with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but no writer had before.