If you have a problem the cops can't handle, look me up.

Huh, so this is the internet?  Its weird being able to actually use a computer, I keep expecting the damn thing to explode any second.  Murphy still won’t let me within ten feet of her office after last time. 

Anyway, some of the people at the internet cafe informed me that this was the best way to get in touch with other survivors in this city.  They were nice enough to keep the eye rolling to a minimum over the course of the five hours of instructions it took for me to reach the computer literacy of a third grader. 

Allow me to introduce my self.  My name is Harry Dresden, conjure by it at your own risk.  Up until recently I was a professional Wizard in the city of Chicago.  To preempt the curious, yes, I’m serious, no I don’t wear a pointy hat or turn people into toads, yes I can cast real spells, and no I don’t know anyone named Potter.

Anyway, today I woke up in the wrong city with nothing but my clothes and a headache.  Also, there’s that whole Giant Monster thing.  While sadly this is not the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me, it’s nearing the top ten. I suspect that I’m not the only one who doesn’t belong here, so I would like to link up with any other out of towners to compare notes and figure out what’s happened to us.  Leave a comment here and we can set up a meeting.

Also, if any survivors should need a professional wizard, my rates are at an all time low (namely, free) so feel free to leave a message or look me up if you need help.  Just, no love potions or endless purses.

-Harry Dresden