I wish I were a sheep. I actually used to be a sheep. A black one for sure but a sheep indeed. In this reality everyone is a sheep of a new subspecies. This type of sheep is able to transform into various forms, or "archetypes" as some would call them, based only on the content of the knowledge they gain. I have fed from knowledge held back from and not meant for mortal mans ears to hear or closed eyes to see. I have trespassed you see, and at times, have brought co-conspirators in on my rebellious and curious inquisitions. I now bear my iniquity, as it sits ever so heavily on my shoulder, opposite the side that the demon sits on. I would ask it to relive care to my back but a monkey has taken up residence in that space I'm afraid. Anyway, let me be a voice of caution and explain exactly what not to do, so that...