A short mammal with long droopy ears and tail walks into a bare small room with a desk against a long mirror. A microphone sits comfortably on the wooden table. He slowly approaches it, clearing his throat. He seems a little nervous. Must be feeling a little anxious as this is the first time he has approached this particular place.

As it is custom to say hello when you approach a new web house for the first time, this monkey doesn't want to appear rude and start barging into people's games and playrooms before they even know who he is. That is why he ventured into the welcome rooms, that appear in the front of the establishment.

"Hello" he blurts out into the mic.
"Oh that sounds too general!" he thinks to himself, "should I do it again?" comes to his brain right afterward. He decides just to roll with it.

"Hello, fellow members of the role-play guild. I am Art Monkey, I am new around here though I have been roleplaying for many years. Through online games, PMs and other electronic media. I don't really have a favorite genre, for my story is the most important thing. I don't have to win to have a good time. I see role-play as more of a collaborative effort between people to entertain themselves and others through creating an engaging story." He took a moment to clear his throat.

"I am new to role-playing via form post though I'm interested in it. It seems fun and something that I can do on my own time, checking the posts and contributing when I can. I find as I get older, in my 30s now, I find that my time is much more limited than it was when I was a teenager and I'm hoping this can help me scratch my role-playing itch."

A moment passes and he feels a slight satisfaction, seen in how his shoulders drooped to the side in relief.

"Thank you" he quickly adds before standing away from the mic and promptly exiting the room.

A greasy man in a hazmat suit gently stirs a glass of mountain dew before drinking it through a complex series of stuck together silly straws. He takes a sip. He takes a longer, harder sip. After several uncomfortably quiet minutes the liquid finally reaches his mouth. He disconnects the straw system from his suit in an attempt to look elegant, but it breaks down and splatters soda all over the hardwood floors. He makes no effort to hide or notice this.

"Welcome to the guild." He says, in a muffled voice. "No one ever introduces themselves like you just did and I plan on using this format to the fullest." He quietly begins to pick up all the straws from the ground to take another sip.