Disclaimer: This post was created chiefly from the writer's perspective. She asks the subject of this post - and those who know better than she does - to just laugh over or shrug off any inaccuracies, inadequacies, or exaggerations.
January 7, 2005 was probably just another day for most BDers. But somewhere in Olds, Alberta, Canada, a seventeen-year-old wandering soul finally came to rest in The Barrow-Downs.
Initially, he haunted for the most part the Books, taking the form of a devil's advocate in quite several discussions. Despite being a relative newcomer he was unafraid to engage the older, more experienced wights in heated debates, most notably as a staunch defender of Eru as God. He also occasionally ventured into the Chapter-by-Chapter discussions, which he counts among the most insightful Tolkien-related threads in the forum. His bold, articulate contributions in the Books significantly paved the way for his rapid ascent through the reputation levels.
Quite surprisingly, after some time he began to actively participate also in Middle-earth Mirth, first testing the waters of Crazy Captions and later revealing himself to be a Warg scholar. More recently he can be found generously donating witty punchlines to the Finish the Sentence thread.
Joining Holbytlass's Tol-in-Gaurhoth XI was a rather unexpected twist in our subject's life in the barrows, and so was he numbered among the victims of the games' sweet seduction. The writer daresays that he was somewhat of a bane for the villagers for making a case against innocent Azaelia, helping her to be lynched on the last Day and thus giving victory to Alcarillo and his fellow lycans. But the phantom was apparently thoroughly impressed with his initial foray into the Werewolf games that he was invited to be a villager (more like villain, actually) of Erbar Telamarth. There he was lynched on the third Day, and spitefully took the writer of this post with him to his death. Shortly afterwards, still amazed at his micro Elf DNA, which the phantom revealed in the village prior to his lynching, he started in Mirth the thread Arrows 'nd Bows - a brilliant anagram of the word Barrow-downs(s).
He was supposed to take an indefinite break from the Werewolf games but somehow found himself succumbing to his addiction and signing up for Alcarillo's Tol-in-Gaurhoth XIV. Despite a major setback in the form of the first-day death of fellow werewolf dancing spawn of ungoliant, and contrary to his previous game, he and Holbytlass successfully overtook the villagers who more-or-less thought both of them to be innocent throughout the game. He then also took up a slot in Anguirel's highly innovative Tol-in-Gaurhoth XV, where he remained a fairly inconspicuous werewolf (villager) for a few Nights...until his legendary proclamation of himself as Sauron (the Seer). Thanks in part to his revelation's perfect timing (the other part being the legitimacy of double-lynchings), the heroes did not stand a chance.
After his consecutive successes, he decided to ascend to the throne of the mod god for the quite confusing sixteenth installment of Tol-in-Gaurhoth - a rather fitting way to celebrate a year of graceful decomposition.
Happy first deathday,
Formendacil!
