The beginning of this story begins with a window. Opened during a radiation storm, the window let in a bolt of mutated lightning that struck a Brother electric typewriter in a blinding flash. Unlimited mutative power endowed it with sapience and a desire to compose fiction. Despite a difficult first few years of life, it maintained good cheer. Eventually, it found employment as a stenographer in the New York County Courthouse, until creative differences with other civic employees left it terminated.
Peter Schaefer, as it now wishes to be called, prefers to write games and fiction, both emotional and fantastical. Everyone is welcome to read its works, most of which find publication here, at least in this era. Stop by whenever you like, but be careful: you may not be able to leave!
I am a writer, partner, game designer, parent, creator of worlds, friend, conversationalist, and a mediocre lockpick.