A subtle mix of runes and technology, with just a hint of my own madness to put it all together. That’s the source of my particular brand of magic, and I found it to be superior to any other kind out there. So far, at least. A lot could be done with a bit of creativity, after all. I’d proven that much in my time.

The masters of the arcane arts are more painters than scientists, but they’re equally effective in their own way. Myself, I’m just an engineer, a builder of machines covered in large amounts of quirky scribbling as my trademark. Scribbling that would change the very nature of my toys as well as my more volatile contraptions.

The way I went about using and abusing Magic was a careful mix of artistry, science and simple entrepreneurship. My glyphs and runes are always, always hand-drawn onto whatever object in need of just that extra bit of power to do whatever it is that needs to be done. Be it killing hundreds of vicious creatures, or just plain amusing a child for a minute or two. This world doesn’t deserve anything less than the best, good or bad, because it really is one of the worst out there.

Sure, there’s plenty of good to be found if you know just where to look, but you’d have to look long and hard to find anything at all worth smiling about, except perhaps in grim satisfaction at a job well done. And I did my job damn well indeed.

I’m still alive, aren’t I?