Welcome to my profile.

You may call me any of the first three following names, the last is reserved for someone special.

Aanaleigh ~ AJ ~ Sam ~ Amanda

Brockdonia:

Hello from Brockdonia!

So, if you're reading this, you're probably wondering, Where, and what the heck is Brockdonia?!'. I can't really answer those questions, but I can tell you about it. It's a nation of mad people, my friend, but we lick Wonderland hollow. Despite many rumors you may have heard, we never murder each other(though we have come close...), just threaten to kill each other. And stage random uprisings against the merciful overlords, and stab people with unicorn horns. And feed Theia's ego, and perform sacrifices whenever there's an eclipse, and get into civil wars, and depend on the queen to avert civil wars, and "accidentally" offend each other, and promote people, and ban people, and threaten lives--no, wait, I said that, but we do that so often I'll say it twice--and throw things with catapults...like each other.

We go completely nuts four times a year, and stay up past midnight on the solstices and equinoxes waiting for Storm to freaking GET THERE so we can all go to bed, and come up with couple names, and ignore the Queen's dislike of her couple name, and hide in bunkers, and eat flamburgers...(guys what's a flamburger?). We form armies of small furry animals with Russian meerkats as their leaders, and deploy said armies. Send out our own troop of personally trained ninjas for assassinations and avert assassination attempts from enemy empires, and tease each other mercilessly for innocent displays of affection, Theia, and get jacked up on caffeine, and drive each other completely insane. We also possess deadly weapons without permits (S'okay we are trained professionals, we know how to handle them.) Shave cats, pissing them off, try and survive a PMSing Duchess, write stories about each other(in a good way...) and generally act like all groups of friends do, except without those pesky laws of physics.

Want to get here? Well, sorry. You can't just come to Brockdonia. It's like Narnia. Okay...like Narnia after a serious concussion maybe...and on crack, but I'm sure you understand the point. But you can't just go deliberately looking for it. You'll stumble upon it on your own some day, if you're lucky, and then you'll get paired up with a nice girl/guy by Theia, whether you like it or not, and get a new name, whether you like it or not, survive all the crazy and if you make it through, then you'll be one of us. Maybe we'll see you there...

- Lady Samantha

~My Links~

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~Other Things~

Nope. We're brave defenders of a fair land which is being run over with by trolls, ogres, Sues and the pukeworthy clones of our beloved idols. We are sadly outnumbered and may never win, but our hearts remain strong, our grammar remains pure and we will defend what we worship till our dying breath. There. That sounds better than sadist with no life. ~ Musafreen