It was fifty years ago, and I was but a child wandering in the icy cold deserts blazing with a horrible blizzard that left me bizarrely attractive and strangely uninfected. After nearing death from hypothermia for around twenty years, I found a lush, serene forest. As I neared it, I noticed the blizzard got weaker and weaker until it finally stopped and the sun shone with might onto my plight. I was saved from hypothermia! The ground was still dry but little by little, I noticed grass and other greens growing. Then I finally entered the forest. Oh, it was so warm and pleasant. I was pleased from the pleasantries. Food was abundant and my twenty years of hunger came to cease. I found a community of people in it, and far from it, and it was all good and nice and warm and fuzzy and cuddly. I grew and became a powerful man, which was when I left for a journey for another twenty years, a journey of self-discovery. I came back a few years ago and now I am here to stay, for the Forest needs me once more.