Phasing back into existence after a year's absence, SwiftOnRPGuild appears as a ghostly visage of his former self in the far corner. "Ehem..." he clears his throat to speak, stepping forward slowly, until the front sole of his shoe catches, and he stumbles forth rather embarrassingly. "...welcome to the gui--" his voice cuts out as he lurches forward, face planting painfully hard onto the surprisingly solid flooring. "--ld" he finishes, laying there as he tries not to appear too ridiculous, despite his calamity.