Today I found an old photo of my self. It made me sad for "the good old days" as they say. You know, the days where you could perform a casting ceremony, then get burned at the stake after. If I could cry sentimental tears, or any tears at all, I would cry them bitterly. These days, people are less disturbed by witchcraft. I mean there is still a good level of disturbing, just less. Anyway, I was very impressed with my photo. I was so young and vibrant. Once upon a time. At that time in my life I was only a humble sales associate at the department store. Unfortunately I still will not name it for your own safety.  But my manager, was a very talented hypnotist. He once convince the entire staff to throw chickens at pedestrians.  Good times. I would post a picture of him, but he recently got extensive plastic surgery before faking his death, then burned all his childhood photos. But here's my photo. Now please be gracious, I was 300 years younger, so I look much different.  
                        
                                Sincerely, 
                                          Your supreme overlord