Imagine living as a small creature normally considered fodder in the forces of darkness. Now, imagine you wake up the morning after the great battle between gud and evil, lyght and darknezz. What's more... now you haz strange wurdz bouncing round inside you'z hed. Wurdz that want to get out of you'z mynd... wurdz you kan suddenly wryte down... sort of. It getz so lonely inzyde you'z hed with out otherz of you'z trybe talkin in you'z mynd. Iz bezt to wryte down everything whut happenz to you when you go searchin for way bak to you'z trybe so you iz not lonely. Welcome to The 9/10 Memwar.