Greatly Exaggerated

Any rumors of my demise, that is. I've been around, collecting stories still. As per usual. 

But yes, Maritza, Mari, that one bitch therapist, whatever you want to call me, I'd say I'm back from the dead, but that would be a lie. Last you folks heard from me was back when I was trying to help out the debacle that was the second courier group.

That sort of fell apart and I managed to wander off. Fell back into what I'd been doing before they called me in to help. 

You see, People need someone to talk to sometimes, and that's my job. Has been for a while now. So that's what I've done ever since I started 'running'. 

I've become a repository of stories and exploits, collecting them and storing them away. After all, not everyone has the ability to blog or put up videos. And if the person wants confidentiality, well... I'm used to that.

Anyway, I'd had a bad month, so yeah, I threatened the kid when they came a-knocking. Needed some alone-time, but now I guess I have company. 

Joy.

Anyway, I exist still. The kid made me get some new clothes... It's been a bit since I had a full exchange of my wardrobe, and that offended their sensibilities. Pity, really. 

I likely won't be the most talkative on here, but I'll be around, I feel sure I could scrounge up something to talk about.