My name is Erik. I received my Hogwarts letter at 11 and entered Narnia not long after that. Once there, I discovered that I was destined to help win the Iron Throne. As I traveled, I stopped at a gas station, which turned out to be rather fortunate (though the scratch-off tickets were a bust) because I had the pleasure of running into two hobbits in dire need of directions. After buying them a road map, a certain god arrived reminding me that my cabin at Camp Half-Blood needed a thorough cleaning unless I enjoyed the idea of being eaten by harpies. As I struggled to clean the place, I was aided by three brothers with peculiar names (Sodapop, Darrel, and Ponyboy, I believe). Their help involved throwing things in my closet and eating chocolate cake. Barely escaping with our lives, I dropped them off with the rest of their gang, since no one wanted to go where I was headed. After all, no one looks forward to participating in the Hunger Games. With serious assistance from both Johanna Mason and Finnick Odair, we won and got the Hell out of there. As I made my long return journey for home, I was intercepted by two brothers and an angel. Sam, Dean, Castiel, and I decided to join forces against the powers of evil (which turns out to be  an even mix of misery, horror, and excitement).
So, I guess my life sounds pretty boring, huh?
Anyway, I look forward to exploring everything you writers have to offer. I love being inspired by your works.
However, as I would respect your writing, I hope you will do the same for me. I will gladly take criticism, but hate mail is strongly discouraged. In other words, I have the Ring of Power and I'm not afraid to use it.
Your Obedient Servant,
O.G. (a.k.a. The Phantom of the Opera)