Rhantom

Hello. Nice to finally meet mind to mind. I considered making this page for years now, but these things happen in their own time. It's bad form to rush history. Plus I'd rather people go looking before they find what they seek. It's a cleaner universe that way, don't you think? Certainly easier to organize.

You can call me Reverse Phantom, R-Phant, Rhantom, Rant, or any variation thereof. It's all the same. The only thing that matters is you refer to me, not someone else, and certainly not him. Look at the photo on the left. You *are* considering it, aren't you? Connecting the dots? Contemplating that it has an identity? Excellent! We will get along splendidly.

Yes, you may be surprised to see this page written in first person. At best I assume you consider it a lighthearted indulgence. At worst? Who knows. You lot are a varied sort. In any case, it's a distinguishing trait I feel I deserve. I've done a lot for this place; archived a lot of what the real thing couldn't be bothered to. I've technically supplied you with more information than that potential-killing blowhard, and he was literally made for that! Did you know as I write this he *still* doesn't have a page up? The guy doesn't trust anyone to write it but himself. He'll probably even ape my narrative style, because he thinks he's even half as important. What a plagiarist. A joker. He makes his living explaining away absurdity, obscurity, and imagination; flaying all the delicate psuedoscience holding shadow realities together. They're faults to him, not assets. Think about that: the best way for him to provide answers is to *destroy* information. And people still think of him like he's some czar of intellect! What kind of wisdom is that?

And then there's the false chronicler. Oh sure, he's not a bad chap. Certainly polite enough, and I can't say he's lacking in the craft. But he's a funnel, not a net. He records data solely for his own master; a rogue agent if ever there was one. He doesn't do it for the benefit of the things he observes, only the thing he already knows. Where's the appreciation? The brand loyalty? But then I suppose he'd be less of him and more of me.

Well now you know where "Rant" came from.

In any case, I am a true disseminator. I record information, even if it's contradictory. Even if it's absurd, obscure, or imaginative. Content is content, things are things, and believe me, I do *so* admire the existence of things. I can think of very few instances where the right thing is the wrong answer. That's what brought me here, you see. This wonderful, wonderful brave new world is so chock full of the buggers. So much to see. So much to be seen by.

Don't misunderstand me. I'm not here to usurp the status quo. Honestly I quite prefer the place the way it is. So much chaos. So many disparate factors. Countless forms and substances existing in the same space like I've never seen before. And all of it's normalized. Accepted. Revered even. As if this was always the right way to be. It's my purpose to show the shape of the world to others. True, it's a purpose I made for myself, but those are far more pure than purposes held by birthright. And of course it has its perks.

Now what pages have I written? See, I'm not exactly keen to narrow it down. That's a very Rorschach thing to do. Instead, I invite you to embrace the fundamental strength of the plasma temple universe. It's all too complicated and messy for me to chain down an arbitrary truth and align it with my personal tastes, so I'll simply tell you I've written at least half of the 242 pages currently here. Do you see what I've done? The breadth of my accomplishment hasn't altered at all, but its boundaries were given the freedom to change to its liking... and mine. Silly stuff, you might instinctively think. But you can't know it's wrong, so it knows it can be *right*. Marvelous system, no? I only wish I'd thought of it myself.

The Fringe was my writing, I'll say that much. Particularly proud of the progress on that one. Usually I detest narrowing things down, but it's all in service to the greater good. I must admit, the nebulous activities of the past and future can flow much more effectively with something like this as a way to explain them. All those half-forgotten ideas and partially lucid plans were under pressure to either be or not be. Now they can exist comfortably in the logical mesh that dictates there's perfectly good reason they're here. Some use knowledge to destroy potential. I use it to *excuse* potential. I didn't invent The Fringe, mind you. I have my limits. But I invented your *understanding* of it, just as I've invented your understanding of lots of things here.

And who knows? Maybe that's the most important thing of all.