Erica Blais. The Man. The Myth. The Knock-out. Once upon a plane of reality not unlike your worst fears, Blais was borne unto flame. This flame was harvested by foul demons and sent to our mortal realm, where it materialized to inhabit the cold, constricting mechanisms of a blurb-machine whose sole design was the slow enslavement of the human spirit through cruel manipulation of it's own culture. Humans call this event, Erica Blais
Since then, Erica has spent her time enjoying long walks on the beaches of her imagination, looking at shiny things, defying the laws of literacy, networking her vile awesome sorcery through myspace, and buying souls on e-bay to consume and thus fuel her potentially eternal life-energies. But beware. Erica speaks in the third person... This is what I do, and it is magic: Be my friend and your life will be better, it really will. You'll be popular and successful and manna will rain down from the heavens. But know this O' king of kings you will have joined a movement, a legion of human beings who realize how truly foul and black their hearts really are and know that I love you for it.