An Introduction

The Phils have a blog. As of today, we can be heard for the individual people we are. [Shut up, Sebase, you aren't important.] Our individuality from the one who created us is clear: while he double spaces after every sentence, I only use one space.   Ha. Oops, that was two. I'll go back and cross them out and add another. [Percival, I don't care if that makes three spaces-- you're just an evil double spacer too. Anyway, you have your own blog.  ...I don't care if Liam made it private!]

Unfortunately, though we now have a blog, our exploits can't be published here because Liam likes to keep them on his blog. Perhaps I'll be able to snag some scenes behind his back without him knowing. Sam says that's a reprehensible course of action, and I say that he swallowed a dictionary. Him being a ping pong ball, I'm not exactly sure how that worked.

This is the true home of the Phils. Any other is a pretender, an insult, a slap in our metaphorical collective face. Though people try to plagiarize, there is only one home of the Phils. [I'm not counting our physical home, okay? Okay.  Really, Steve.]

Before we begin the revelry [I'm talking to you, Feiron-- the party doesn't start 'til we're done with the post!], I'd like to introduce my phellows.

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Feiron is our resident fairy. He's cursed to remain in the small, brown, humanoid glop that is every fairy's true form. He has an invisible oversized backpack, however, which is quite handy.

Isaac is our resident dimwit. He's a blind Prince from some fairy-tale world or other. Feiron is bonded to him somehow.

Gologer is our resident dragon. He's orange and purple and smelly.

Percival is the Aardvark. He isn't actually an aardvark, which is unfortunate; if he was, I could push him down the stairs more often.

Phoenix is a fire-controller. She's human, don't worry. At least, I think she's human. She likes red.

The old lady is an old lady. She likes to read.

Steve is an angry ping pong ball.

Sam is a nice ping pong ball.

Sebase is a jester from the Middle Ages.

Phume is an army captain from the Middle Ages, an acquaintance of Sebase's. You could call them friends, but you'd have to amend your statement every few moments.

Liam is our Head Phil-- our leader. I'm still not sure if I like him or not.

And I am Quirk, the Vice-Phil, or second in command. I'm awesome.

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That's that, dear reader. And deer reader, I suggest you clear out before Phume sees you.