I’m back and writing a new profile because ever since I posted my last one I’ve been sad and full of self-loathing for being such a world class bell end. So apologies for that, I’m better now. Yay me! Doomsday Part II is going on and to think I started out thinking that Part II wouldn’t feature Squall, body, spirit or soul in anyway. What was I thinking? Well, the uber-badass Squall is back and believe me his return is even worse than what happened in Part I. So yeah Doomsday is underway but Swift is still hiding a certain something and given who and what the guy is, not to mention the influence his siblings might be having on him you can bet your bottom dollar it’s not candy canes and bunnies. So yeah, upshot is fan fic wise, I could be doing worse. I was clearing out my laptop the other day when I stumbled across my second attempt at the Balamb Chronicles. I fear the first attempt is long gone which is a crying shame because I was quite proud of that attempt (endless typos and hilariously improbable plot notwithstanding) but I’m not too depressed. Well I was reading the second attempt and I found myself laughing and getting all nostalgic. You see, back when I was writing it the shaky remains of the ground I was standing on were not about to go kaboom so I’m considering going back and finishing it once I’ve done Doomsday Part II. Given the way I’m going, I think the cliff hanger I’ve got in mind earns me a break. Let me get a few of things straight though.

1) No one is safe. I am going to kill characters and I haven’t decided who’ll make it yet.

2) There is one original character who I have decided is utterly untouchable but I’m not telling you who yet.

3) Gaston Obsidian is a vicious, sadistic, vindictive, sociopath completely devoid of anything even approaching humanity or compassion.

But as for my life in general it’s alright. My family are as annoying as usual, well my mum and sister are but family, what can you do. I do love ‘em deep down, but you’d need a submarine with a powerful searchlight to get there. As for my brother who’s still Stateside, I can’t say if he’s still as annoyingly intelligent as ever but his Facebook profile picture was a picture of him buck naked (from behind) in Yosemite National Park and that’s the sort of thing I’d do, so I live in hope. I actually need to talk to him so if he’s reading this please Skype sometime in the near future. It’s nearly summer in Scotland, but it IS Scotland so it’s still pretty damn cold. You know I once read a book called Great Lies to Tell Small Kids. According to it every summer Scotland is towed four thousand miles south so it can have some sun. Well for the last few summers I guess the crews of the tow boats are on strike!

8th of May 2013