It shouldn't take this long to sync a simple device. I think that to myself as I watch the circle spin. There. There we go. Now I can listen in peace, no one complaining about the traumatic shift between my beloved Manson and NevershoutNever! in peace. I believe an introduction is in order, for this is, after all, a takeover.
   
 Drena Black, pleased to make your acquaintance. You may not have heard of me, or maybe you have, as another person, another life. But as time changes so do we, and the time has come for me to follow in my father's footsteps. Gone is Nobius Black, who shall be sorely missed. But alas, who could stand to see White Rabbit Black Hole die? Not I, surely not I. So here I am to claim what's been rightfully given to me- the gift of word. What falls from the pen does not so easily the tongue. Words can bend, they can twist, and they speak to me, lovingly caressing the page.
   
There is another who joins me on my quest. Alyss Black, my sister, my confidant, my partner in crime. She may be young, younger than I, but she has the potential that our father has nurtured in us since birth. A dash of lunacy, a sprinkle of word craft, and we are made, the outsiders of tomorrow. The young and the fallen, the best and the worst. We are the Daughters Black, and we're here to stay.

                      Stay Mad,

                              Drena Laine Black

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