I guess the time has come. I didn't want to tell this story because I was afraid it would damage my credibility on this site.
Last summer I was sitting on the rocking chair on my porch, calmly smoking my pipe. The night was deathly quiet and as dark as Satan's soul. I gazed out into the inky darkness, listening to the insects, and immersed into deep thought.
Suddenly an explosion. And then a large brilliant orb, almost a ball of fire with some sort of vine-like apparatus etched onto its surface, rose from the depths of the swamp.
It hovered there, glowing. My pipe dropped out of my mouth as I stared at this unexpected phenomenon.
Then... a twig snapped and something darted in front of the orb; something that caused my blood to run cold.
Yes, folks, he's real. And he lives among us.