At one point I decided to start writing character backstories so I could use them as referacen for writing the actual story. I only got so far as to do Morganna’s and it doesn’t jive with where I want to go know. Still, potential reference and prosperity. Morganna’s Story is cira 4/17/2006

I remember the first time I did Glad. Glad, what an odd name. Rico told me that its made from the Pineal Gland and some junkies kept forgetting to pronounce the N in Gland. Its funny how nicknames stick to things like that. Me too, Morganna, Morgan, Morgue, I think Rico even called me Mork once or twice. Junkies. can they say anything right?
I’m happy I’m not a junkie. Sure I’ve done my fair share of stuff, but I’m no junkie. It started with a joint or bowl here and there with my friends, then I was dropping, popping, snorting, shooting, eating, huffing, and a few other things I’m not to proud of. But, I’m no junkie. Pot, coke, crank, X, sleaze, jazz, jolt, farie, dust, dirt, grass, tar, reds, blues, greens, orange, oh and I can’t forget Glad.
Ya, I’d say Glad is my drug of choice now. Glad has a few names to, Epiphysis or the Pineal Gland is the medical name for it. I guess every creature has one and it stimulates magic aptitude. Mages have bigger ones naturally or you could devote to wizardry and grow yours. Natural talent for some and life long dedication for others. I’ve noticed it in myself since I’ve started shooting Glad. Oh, I shoot it now too. There are more ways to take the stuff then there are names for it.
When Rico first gave me Glad it was a little tablet that you chewed up. You kind of tingled, but not your body more like the air around you. Like you could feel the crackle of air around you electrify. A tab was intense but quick. My first time I shot blue green sparks from my fingers and Rico said my eyes glowed marmalade sun. Then I started shorting it. There was a line of thought that ran something about getting the dust straight to your brain. It was good, the tingle went inside too. You felt your nose light up and your brain grow. Soon I was smoking it to see what that was like. Take the powder and roll it up like its weed. Smoke that shit and the tingle was in your chest. Rippling up into your head. Then Rico melted it down and we loaded it into the needles we used to use for heroin and sleaze. I used my arm for awhile until my parent noticed the track marks. It was the third time in rehab when I met Ghost, she taught me about your tear ducts.
I got out of rehab and went back to Rico, we starting shooting into our eyes. Kinda freaky at first but it got the job done fast. When your shooting Glad it feels like magic is coursing through your body. Your brain swells and your veins pump hard. I could do amazing things when I was high on Glad, walk through walls and see the future. They say it permanently stimulates your brain and soon I was doing magic when I wasn’t high.
I still need a up to pull shit off, but I’ve found a natural reservoir of Glad in my brain. Every time I use it, I can feel that first tingle. Not like coke where you need more and more and it never gets as good as the first time. Every time with Glad is like getting my cherry popped by Rico, AMAZING.
My parents caught me using again, rehab five. Thats when I met Wallace Donavin. I snuck out one night and headed to the closest bar. They knew a clinic was near so they made sure to have plenty of dope on hand. I was looking for Glad but I’d take anything they had at that point. Not that I needed it, I just really missed it. Like Binko, my old puppy. I didn’t NEED to have him around, I just loved him a lot. So I was at this dive, The Shooting Star or Falling Star or Wandering Star, something with stars I think. This big mother fucker was sitting at the bar and another guy stat next to him. The second guy wasn’t small but he looked tiny when he was dwarfed by the mammoth with the metal arms. I asked the bartender if he had any smack and he showed me to the back room. The big fucker watched him show me back, and just before the door closed I saw him elbow the second guy.
The bartender showed me his drugs then he showed me his dick. When I said no, he didn’t listen. I don’t remember what happened next but I know we struggled for a second or two before the door splintered open. Shards of wood flew into the room and some lodged themselves in my bare ass and thighs. The big mother fucker had plowed through the door, and doorframe, and was now on top of the bartender. I remember this picture like a photograph. wall straddling this pudgy bastards chest, the bartender’s pants around his ankles and his dick trying to go limp but still flowing with blood. Wall’s hands wrapped around the top of the bartender’s skull and squeezing hard, then POP. I blacked out and woke up in some shitty hotel with Wall and Edison. Edison was the second guy and a long time friend of Wall’s.
The two had just deserted from The United Corporations of Cyarean Militia and were on their way to Sirea. Wall invited me with them and since I had no where else to go, I joined. Plus I kinda owed the big guy for saving my ass, literally.