**AHEM** Welcome fellow Backstreet fans. My name is Karina and I am a victim of Backstreet Fever. Thankfully there appears to be no cure for this worldwide epidemic.
My symptoms first began about 6½ years ago when a new species, the Backstreet Boys, began overtaking the planet via radio airwaves. Being the Emotari males that they are, human females had absolutely no immunity against their overpowering sensuality. I became addicted to their hypnotizing harmonies immediately.
Soon after, I began noticing strange behaviour from these supreme beings, all of which aided in the their plot to possess every female's heart and mind on earth. It seemed everything they did, no matter how goofy or downright annoying, only intensified my attraction. Even their obvious attempts at shielding failed to diminish the contaguousness of exposure to all things Emotari (Backstreet). Sunglasses, hats, fugly clothes, excessive hair growth, and poor grammar used to protect helpless females from their mesmerizing beauty only increased my fever and compounded my symptoms.
Those of us affected know the truth of what I speak. Then, when I thought it couldn't get any more severe, I seem to have developed a near critical condition called Nicky-itis. Complete with Carter-smile tremors and Kaos spots. I have happily resigned myself to this chronic and life-altering condition. Now, under the ultimate Emotari hypnosis, my only desire is to aid in the spread of Backstreet Fever.
So again, welcome to my lair, **cough** I mean website. For me there is no turning back, for you it will soon be too late, and for the world The Backstreet Boys are here to stay!
-Karina
