Updates have been scarce over the last few weeks, which has led ill-informed insiders to conjecture that I have not eaten anything. My physique may warrant the claim, but the truth is once again a tad more sinister: I have been subsisting on portions greatly reduced in size to set aside enough meat and vegetables for my most horrifying project yet: the Golem (or the New Promeateus). Nothing left to do now except blow some life into it and terrorize a village.
