Yeah, I try myself at a Displaced story, don't go ahead and blame me for that...anyway, have some mediocre description!

Hey, I'm some guy known as Sparky. Silly nickname? I don't care. Anyway, I went with a bunch of my friends to a convention, we had fun and all. I found some awkward guy and his booth. Looked like the Merchant from Resident Evil. I looked around but didn't find anything of interest. But I never thought I'd see that guy ever again...but I did, and honestly I think it was his fault that I'm stuck here, in this...what did they call it? Crystal something...kingdom or empire, I can't remember really.

I once was Sparky, harmless cosplayer.
Now I am Sarkhan Vol, Planeswalker and dragon shaman...
(Rated Teen for some swearing and stuff. Rating and tabs are subject to change due to random ideas)