important notice--story, excuse me--follows this lame introduction:

This used to be the profile of a very shitty writer and reviewer. Her fics weren’t worthy of a compost pile, but they were a little bit better than most of the other writers who suck. I mean, they had proper spelling and grammar and they flowed well, but it was all staged. The scenarios within her stories were improbable. She tried to write angst and dark fics, but failed horribly. Her OCs were almost always Mary Sues and Gary Stus.

Then, one day, she stumbled across this little forum in the Warriors section named Tainted’s Domain, on the day it was first made. She posted there, and discovered a wealth of information on grammar and spelling and story writing and editing. And so she stayed, gaining knowledge every day and making new friends. She was there from the start to the finish. A fine day during the summer, she tried to go to Tainted’s Domain. But she got an error message, saying the forum no longer existed. She tried again and again, but to avail. Her email informed her of a private message she received: Tainted’s Domain was no more. It had been deleted. And in the message was a link to the new forum, The Domain.

She posted there, as confused as the rest of the now large population of the late Tainted’s Domain. After some time, The Domain had reached number one on the general forum list, blowing all other forums out of the water as far as post count goes. The member list had increased significantly, as had the mod list and the forever list. They were a smash hit. They had new people posting almost every day, and members and mods making them feel welcomed. They flamed, they sporked, and they made fun of terrible authors and writers. She used to feel bad for the authors and writers and tried to help them with coals instead of flames.

NO MOAR. This girl’s getting ready to show her wild side. Screw being nice. Screw being all helpful. These people refused to change and answered her nice comments with spiteful and “why the hell are you doing this” comments. No more Miss Nice Girl. She’s pulling on her devil horns and turning up the flames—big time.

BEWARE, SHITTY AUTHOR. Flaming Raves is getting her hands dirty. Trust me, it won’t be pretty.

a little bit about me for (blake) all you stalkers

My name is Bailey. Everyone can call me Atom, Bailey, Bailey-wa, Grif, Ulq, and Broken. I am 13 years old and I have been a member of this site for two years. I am 5 feet 5 and 1/2 inches and I weight 135 lbs. I am female. I live in Virginia, the 13th original colony (and now state) of the USA. I have two cats and I love to draw and read. I am on forums and chatrooms more than I need to be. I am in desperate need of a bar of soap for my mouth.

"Oh noes, nasty paedophiles are gonna come all the way down to my house and look for me, before raping me and then murdering me with a chainsaw." --George

I dare you to, fuckers. That chainsaw? Yeah, right. My dad works for STIHL, a chainsaw company. I know how to run, service, and build chainsaws. I dare you to go Texas Chainsaw Massacre on me.

what i do in my spare time

--Flame the hell out of any little obnoxious bitch/bastard I can find whose stories suck.

--Feed the hilarious responses to said flames to my little fire.

--Talk with other flamers and gang up on people.

--Plot. A lot of plotting goes on in this mind.

what will i be doing here

Fucking myself. No, I'm joking. Maybe.

I will be flaming the shit out of any shitfic I find. If you find yourself flamed by me, feel honored! You have just been given the "shit!fic" award and can proudly post it in your profile to let all Fanfiction know you suck at writing. If I think the fic has potential (which I rarely do. I pick my fics carefully), I will not flame you, but give you concrit and become a fairy godmother over your fic. If, at any point in time, your fic becomes a useless pile of shit, my level of respect for you shall plummet and you will be flamed. One chance. All you get.

Remember, there will be blood. http://i40.tinypic.com/9zor2q.jpg

hate mail

By all means, send me hate mail and try to find my other account and send me revenge flames once I get a story posted. It turns me on way too much. I eat hate mail and share my meals with my educated circle of friends. Revenge flames are used to feed my own fire. Anything derogatory you send my way will be sent back at you--except worse. I don't care what you people think of me. I've been called pretty much everything under the sun and then some. So do what you want to me. Hell, you can stalk me for all I care! But just know this: you will never, ever, affect me with your words.

just another little notice/message thing

I am a Christian. I go to a small Baptist church. I flame. I cuss. I beat people down so hard they can't get back up without assitance. However, because I am Christian, I can be kind. If I flame you and you respond nicely, I might reach deep down and dig a little shred of compassion for you and your fic. So, if you're nice, I might be nice back. As a Christian, I am told to be nice and caring towards everyone. Know, that when I flame your story, I am insulting your writing skills, not you as a person.

You can be the hottest person out there or the nicest person or really athletic or a great muscian or a wonderful friend. You could be the President of the United States and I would still flame your story because you're not meant to write. I am not insulting you as a person. Many flamers do that. I do not. I will only insult a person's level of intelligence if their fic requires eye bleach, bleach, makes my eyes bleed, gives me a nose bleed, and actually makes me feel sick. Any combonation of these (two or more) will result in your intelligence being insulted.

Have a nice day.