Hi my name is Montressor and I have long ebony black hair with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Edgar Allan Poe (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to Roderick Usher but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m really mad at this guy Fortunato cause he’s such a prep. He’s also really full of himself, and I’m totally gonna get revenge on him. I’m a goth (in case you couldn’t tell) and I keep all of my wine in a deep dark cellar in the catacombs. I love hardware stores and I buy all my bricks from there. For example today I bought a bunch of bricks and mortar and a trowel. I was walking through a party. It was the middle of carnival season at dusk, and everyone was really drunk which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
“Hey Montressor!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Fortunato!
“Want to come down to my cellar and try out some Amontiallado?” I asked.
“Sure.” he said shyly.