Oh, Chris Carter, no!

Though I have to say, if it weren't for X-files Classic, I possibly wouldn't have taken the charming footpath into the deep dark woods of fandom.

Still, they can never really scratch the itch, because I always wanted the a mytharc and I will only ever get a mythairball.

So I'll nostalgically link to the story I'm perversely most proud of from my baby ficwriter days, a case file in ten stanzas called Limerick.

"Our perp is a master of thuggee,

Who enters through doors made for doggies."

The slide show commenced

With blood-smeared evidence

Of cereal untouched and gone soggy.