Introduction

By S.J.
So... introductions. Not great at those, but what the hell. I'm S.J. (some of you might know me as Dmatix from my SCP wiki days) and this is, as is self-evident, my blog. I'll be posting various bits and bobs here, mostly short fiction, so if that floats your boat, this might be the place for you. With that said, on with the show. 

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