Welcome. Welcome, welcome. Wilkommen, bienvenue, irrashaimasen. You've found The Cryhavoc Network.

Your mind tries to pigeonhole the site, pin down what it is. It comes to several conclusions. It thinks the site could be an art and writing collective. A collective, not a portfolio. We won't call it a portfolio. That would connotate deadly-serious art school applications, and the Webmistress wants nothing of art school.

Next the mind assumes it has a personal bio on it. Presumably the Webmistress's. Yes and no. You see, the Webmistress is a temperamental hermit. Her work benefits from some real-life context, but she would appreciate being untraceable. She does not appreciate impromptu visits from strange chaps in grey vans. She finds she usually has very little in common with them.

Your eyes scan down and find an option labeled Links. What self-respecting website proprietor would give their viewers the option to leave? The Webmistress was never said to be self-respecting. She has also given you the option of returning to the home page. However, clicking it at this point in your quest would be unproductive.

Then you take a look at the layout. It seems influenced by propaganda posters of the Soviet variety. So influenced, in fact, that you're tempted to send the McCarthy boys after the Webmistress. But never fear - the Webmistress is no communist! Oh yes, and it also bears mention that she does not care whether you like Russia or not.

 
Now that you've read all that twaddle, pick a section of the site, already! Test Link