Recently I found out here on cracked that I am full of rotten cow sh*t and that I am a tremendous asshole partly because of the internet. Yet I still stay here since it's the only "safe" form of social interactions that I've ever had. I am surely a sympathy case, but since I complain about my problems on the internet people don't (and never will) take me seriously. But this is just my temporary pre-suicidal thought bitching that every angst-filled person goes through.

Anyway, I write stories that I can never finish (Main ones: The Story of Faceless, Planet 59, The Moderation Wars [Fanservice for a different forum], The Biridlium Nipto (novel of idiotic sci-fi/theology), Drone the Dragon (first attempt at a novel, never came back to it after realizing the idea as a whole was pretty crappy), The Legend of Ahmeria (a fantasy story with a sci-fi overtone), The Day-to-day Life of Mr. Rogers and the Dyslexic Elephant (don't fucking ask. Just don't), and then there's Haven City, which is a zombie story with a sci-fi thought out virus that makes marginal sense to a high-school biology nerd. Even though it has no plausibility.

God this about is angsty.

FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T CARE: Tl;Dc.

• Home
• Friends