Biscuit's journal
My Beginnings & the Source of My Knowledge
I’m getting ahead of myself. First, I must explain why I am the way that I am. Many moons ago… As dawn painted the city skyline with strokes of gold...
My Beginnings & the Source of My Knowledge
I’m getting ahead of myself. First, I must explain why I am the way that I am. Many moons ago… As dawn painted the city skyline with strokes of gold...
The Naming of POWER biscuit
An evening late in September of last year took an unexpected turn, steering me towards a scenario I hadn't anticipated, yet one that would test my resolve and wit to...
The Naming of POWER biscuit
An evening late in September of last year took an unexpected turn, steering me towards a scenario I hadn't anticipated, yet one that would test my resolve and wit to...
Prologue
This afternoon, perched at my desk, I found myself furiously scribbling away, the pen in my grasp dancing across the pages of what would soon become my memoirs. The faint...
Prologue
This afternoon, perched at my desk, I found myself furiously scribbling away, the pen in my grasp dancing across the pages of what would soon become my memoirs. The faint...
