The Ravenblack Grimoire

I was reminded I used to own this rag. And then I was similarly reminded that hell I still held the keys to the printing press, the building, the editing software and being the opportunistic bitch that I am I’ve decided to take it back over.

Yes, take it back over. I’m bored.

I’m bored of nothing happening and I’m bored of no one reporting what is going on in the city that can write worth a shit. I can write. I have an opinion and I realise that I have the keys to a newspaper I can use to spam the city with my errant opinion.

Well, and hopefully convince some people to write as well. But that isn’t really high on my ‘to do’.

There are other sections here. Opinion columns, a chance for people to write but I know people. Especially people in this overpopulated, ennui driven, nano-sized attention lacking city. You say you’re going to do something and about 90% of the enthusiasm for the project gets dropped out of the ass because a butterfly flew by and you decided to chase it.

So lets see. What can we do here. Probably nothing. The Grim has been dead for years. More years than it was a good idea run by a mediocre then Editor Madeye.

So what I do with it is irrelevant to the five people who have come to check on it.

So it doesn’t matter does it? No.

So it’s mine. All mine. You bastards can have your Bites and other bits. I’m going to play.

~ Damari
Grimoire Editor