“Let each merry minstrel enter,
He's right welcome to our hall!
'Tis but with the self-tormentor
That we are not liberal;
For we fear that his caprices,
That his eyebrows dark and sad,
That his grief that never ceases
Hide an empty heart, or bad. ”
—Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Works of J. W. von Goethe, Volume 9: The Reckoning
Fran, also known over the years as Francisco, Francis, Manga, Jeff, Cicada and various keysmashes of the word, and (several misspellings of) Franciacorta, was debatably (or debatably "was") a player of the Destroy the Godmodder series. Chronologically, she was Francisco_Scaramanga_Jr, a relatively infamous Pro-Zero player of Destroy the Godmodder 0rigins who at two or three different points went MIA for months, never accomplishing anything before the game came to an unceremonious close.
After coming back for the first/second time, she also joined Destroy the Godmodder: Pain and Suffering as "Psi's Proxy," who would soon turn out to be a "Half-Godmodder" and have the shit kicked out of him by everyone present for breaking canon. Aeons later, this would live on infamy as the Zeroth War gave birth to a canon Half-Godmodder, establishing her as a prophet. Also of note is the time she tried establishing a de-facto Hostile faction in Destroy the Goddess, once more to everyone's chagrin.
While originally playing as Ker'Athri Uroboros in most games and FallenArchangel in P&S, Fran would later "settle" on the eternally-retconned group of characters known as the Corte Francia, a voidic terrorist organisation of sorts, composed of severely warped and probably equally overpowered fictional/Fictional characters, headed by the Witch of Strife, Great Lady Fʀᴀɴᴄɪᴀᴄᴏʀᴛᴀ.
Her (and Francia's former) chumhandle is absurdistAstrocrat [AA] (bd0e28), which was shared with her MSPAradox character of the same name.
What is due? What is forgotten?
“You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine...
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way you are the pine-scented air.”
—Billy Collins, Litany