Conrad Volkov turned away from his computer screen, chuckling. He was in his Author Suite, as he had been all along. For purposes of security, however, it had been disguised as an "empty suite," by Conrad's great Authorial powers.
Conrad had spent the last few months holed up in his Suite, enjoying the show. On occasion, just to stir things up, he would practice his German lessons and post them as episodes. It was all harmless, albeit a little confusing and annoying for everyone else, who couldn't understand a word of it. But Conrad was enjoying himself. Occasionally he'd sent out (to Tuscany) for much better Italian food than the Backstage could provide, except perhaps in the 70+ Club or the 200+ Club. But going there would've meant revealing himself, and Conrad preferred anonymity. Besides, Mello was after him, wanting to speak to him about some important matters, and Conrad was in no mood for a confrontation.
What had finally given Conrad away was his most recent post. Only Conrad would post Cornholio saying "Are you threatening me?" In Italian, no less.
Conrad, come back. We all miss you.
Mon Jul 9 12:21:22 2001