Mad Tom is Here

What wild-eyed, weary wanderer am I? What will-o-the-wisp? What the hammer, what the chain, in what furnace is my brain?


As you can tell from my ramblings, I am Tom O'Bedlam. Mad Tom to most. You can guess why.


Dear old Skeptic has recruited me for some such station or something. He called it "the Fool's Errand," so I said I was in. I'm up for anything foolish. And what's more foolish than war?


(You know, when I encountered the Slendy Man, I think he left me addlepated. I hope Skeptic knows that.)


So here is me.