Greetings to all. Delivering pizzas may well appear on the surface appear to be a dream job. Sure, the media glamorizes our free meals and the large amount of money that we make from tips. I myself almost bought into the "pizza boy" lifestyle. The Zaa, the gas money, the tips, the broads, and the cocaine. Truth is, cocaine and pizza don't buy happiness. It has brought me to a place of shadow, I have become Shadow Gill.

I bet at this point your wondering what all of this has to do with our beloved FMC. I will make haste in attempting to explain. Last night, in a cocaine-induced rage, I found myself consuming a greater quantity of pizza then usual. My throat began to close as I overdosed on the tastiest of Meat Lover's Pizza. As my spirit lifted from my body, my other-worldly experience began. A large black dog beckoned me to ride on him, and over the hills he took me. We entered a cave that wreaked of of old milk. A woman awaited me.

"He who drafts Luke Gill is destined for happiness in life, but will achieve no success at the Tournament of Champions", the old woman had a sick pleasure in whispering these words to me. "I will see you again soon", she said as she vanished. The paramedics removed a large piece of pizza from my throat when they arrived. I had returned to the real world.

I feel as though it is my duty to warn all who enter the FMC of these visions so they may heed the warning of the white lady.

Yours truly,

A shadow of my formal self,

Submitted by: SLG