Clan : The Fictional Society

Wet weather and thunderstorms have been sweeping through Shartak's jungles as of late. Their influence on the backdrop has waned and there is only a weak drizzle, a heavy mist surrounding you as you wander through the towns and wilderness. A man dressed in a nice suit, wearing a felt hat and a nice bow tie approaches you out of the fog. He removes his hat and bows. "I represent The Fictional Society, we are aware that you..."
"The Fictional Society?" Your interruption startles the man, he is taken back by your rude disruption.
"Uh, yes..." He pauses, he seems to be about to explain but you have your own assumptions to make.
"So what do you want from me my imaginary friend?" you ask.
"Well, we found your writing to be clever and interesting. We'd like to know if you'd like to join the ranks of Shartak's Fictional Society!" He says with pride, to emphasis how prestigious his order is.
You pace a bit, put your hand you your chin and rub the three day stubble that is a requirement of all good writers regardless of gender. "I would love to join your organization, but unfortunately my good sir, you don 't exist."
The man looks puzzled and bemused as you push past him and continue your way through the jungle. He looks as if he wants to protest, try to explain this misunderstanding... but instead he just let's you go.

Welcome to The Fictional Society.