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I moved into my new house some days ago. It's really cozy here, and I've got some nice naighbours too. Today though, something REALLY special happened... Sure did, you bet, that's right. Let me introduce you all to Scribble! Nice to meet ya. Scribble is the book you are holding in your hands now. Unless he's posted himself onto the net. That might be. Anyway, wherever you are reading this, this is the first chapter of Scribble, "Meeting Scribble". Enjoy...



Well, how did it start really? If I don't remember wrong, you where farting around in this very house, looking for new stuff. Yeah, that sounds like me. I recall it now. I was checking out stuff in the house, it's all so new, everything is all, you know, fancy and stuff, and, and, some of them even GLOW! And-get on with it! Sorry.
Anyway, checking out the basement, I found something rather wierd! Well, exuse me! You're a talking book, what would you expect me to think? I think you mean diary. Sure, whatever.
In the basement, where I had been many times already, something was happening. This big chest had started rattling! I had seen the chest before, and had been told that it was a part of the house, and that nobody wanted it. I got curious, and decided to check it out. Not a moment after I had opened the lid, a book flew out, landing just by my feet! Needed air, didn't have time for a formal introduction. I didn't know books breathed? Well, I'm not a normal book either, now am I? True.
So there I was, holding a living book. I opened it carefully, to check if there was any hint for it's purpose, but to my surprise, it was empty. That's when it started talking. Couldn't you have started talking straight away? With my mouth closed? Not a chance. Oh, I see, you only talk when you're opened? Must be a pain? You bet.
As I said, it started talking. Let's recall the conversation, shall we? Fine then. I started out telling you who I am. And that I shall do again. I am Scribble. Scribble the diary. I've been locked in a chest for over four hundred years! You said three hundred to me. I lied. Why would you do that? Offtopic, moving on. I was locked in the chest for seven hundred years, because my previous owners didn't like the fact that I knew more words than they did, and they thought it was the perfect punishment. Isn't that a bit harsh? People were like that two thousand years ago. Oh.
And now, you have given me back my freedom! Therefore, it is your task to write in me every day! I don't see how that makes sense. I helped you, so know I have to help you everyday? Yeah, that's it. Well, I can't be bothered writing any more in you for today, and I can't promise I'll be back tomorrow either... Well, you've got to come back at SOME point, right? I guess. Ok then, see you when that's the case. Sure.