Once upon a time, there was a young man in his early 20's. His name was not important, which is why he insisted that everyone call him Blahsadfeguie, or Blah for short. He pitied anyone who attempted to pronounce his full moniker, for such a word was not even a thing in any sense. Our hero Blah was one day pondering the meaning of his projection into the nearby space that its inhabitants call the "Third Dimension" when he came across a roleplaying site, themed around the fantastical creatures he so enjoyed. Excited to expand his reach into further sub-universes, he registered.
But, although curious, this man was shy and easily occupied with other things. His presence in this realm remained subtle, fleeting. He drew no attention to himself, nor did he have any intention of doing so. He would forget about this stream of computer data created in his image for the equivalent of one third-dimensional year. During this time, he consumed much in the way of carbonated beverages and locally-produced entertainment disks. It was a pleasant, yet unfulfilling existence.
Eight hundred and ninety-four root beers later, Blah remembered the roleplaying site and decided to stop by again. To his surprise, he was able to slip back in as though his absence was no longer than a day. The virtual currency which he had earned simply by being him was still present. He decided to spend it on the creation of a being which would be controlled by an entity on a higher plane. Much like his presence on the site, controlled by his third-dimensional avatar, which in turn was puppeted by the man in parallel space. The sheer depth of the meta-chain of command would have boggled the younger mind of our hero, but fortunately, it was due to his previous fizzy respite that he was able to comprehend the gravity of his situation.
But that would not be enough for the man. Other entities similar to himself had settled into this digital space, and Blah knew that he would have to share that space with them. So, he began to explore the data. A board marked "introductions" caught his avatar's eye. Yes, this word carried a meaning that described his momentary goal - to make his presence known. To "socialize" and "make friends". And so, he sat down and typed a lengthy, totally unnecessary introduction written in ambiguous language that made sense only to himself, despite estimating that it would go completely ignored. Perhaps through this text he would get to know at least part of one level of string-puller that would control the beings which his creation would interact with.
Having finished this text, he contemplated the collection of pixels that would transmit the data he had generated for all to see, marked with a single word: "send". Was it satisfactory? Would it be noticed? Was it in line with the "hip" new things that the "cool cats" were into nowadays on the "world wide web"? Had he reached his "quota" of "quotation marks"?
No, he decided that the text was far too ignorant and misrepresentative of himself to see the light of someone else's computer screen. However, as he reached for the mouse, his finger slipped, clicking the pixels and causing the text t
Subject: The man who exists just outside of and parallel to space 
