Hello, My name is Wind (really) and I am a forge-a-holic. I started around twenty five years ago. It seemed like such a little harmless thing at first. Sneaking anvil dust from my Grandfar's anvil stand. Then my cousin and I would go to the creek behind the shop, and take a few tablespoons at a time. It was a lark to put a magnet on my head and have it stick. But, as the years went by, I found myself working in his forge just to make my own dust. I was not even bothering to go to the creek any more. I would just grab a hand full and inhale it. Then a few years later, I was caught trying to go through the metal detector at the airport.
The ex-rayed me and found that the gray matter in my head had turned reddish and was a solid mass if bog iron. So I moved to Ireland to live in the bogs with the hinkypunks and pukas.
After several more years of being frozen and tanned by the acid, I had had enough. I swore off all ingestion of iron and I have come here to you, my Brothers for the support that only other addicts can give.