Kelerdome Merhendise

~I woke up feeling that something didn't seem right... something was missing from my life....

Doran Fentfer was born on 27th October 1897, in a small village just outside of Berlin.  He was brought up with a normal family receiving normal money having a normal life.  At the age of 24, he was
out late one night drinking till he can take no more, he stumbled and fell over the curb, smashing his
face on the concrete.  As he sat up againest the wall laughing at what he had done in his drunken state,
a shadow of a person slowly passed over his body and he looked up in a state of shock at what he had seen...

"I woke up feeling that something didn't seem right... something was
missing from my life!"

I sat up looking around as if I were in a nightmere. Sweat dripping down my face, huffing and puffing
until I reailized my heart was not beating... my skin pale liked I saw a ghost... I touched my skin
and the cold feeling rushed though my body like I was a corpse... something that shouldn't be walking.   I
leapt up from the bed I was lying upon, looked in the mirror and saw only the wall behind me. I looked around
the room for any answers as to what had happend to me and noticed the clock on the wall said 31st October 1950 12:01.  I saw a note on the mantle piece, I picked it up...my hands were shaking
because I was frightend of what it would be
on this note and all that was on there were a few numbers... 10 in total. I opened the door and saw what appeared to be a telephone and the correct amount of currentcy sat right next to it.

I picked up the reciver and put the currentcy into the telephone. After a few rings,
I heard a man speaking but at first, could not
understand him.  Somehow, something clicked in my mind and all of a sudden He spoke common to my ear and Iwas able to speak to the Gentleman on the other end of the line. He told me:

"Ah, Kelerdome Merhendise, Make your way to London as soon as possible, meet
me at waterloo station tomorrow at 4pm,
I'd be wearing a blue and white shirt"
*Click*

I place the reciver down on the handle and made my way to London.

*54 years later*

I have worked for the underground network of England, feeding, stealing, murdering my way around
my newly unlife wondering if this is a curse or a gift, I still don't know what happen to the other 29
years that I was out cold for. Too many Questions, no answers to answer them! The problem now is that
I'm hearing voices, am I going mad.... all they say is

"Go to New Orleans"
"The Answers are there"

Why couldn't he say this at the begining.... 29 years is a long time... plus the another 54 on top...and still, I appeared not a day older than I had before...

NEW ORLEANS HERE I COME!