Phreno's FictionPress Account.

I have taken up a new vow that I swear I will keep to. Starting... with my next update.

I will never post a story without spellchecking and a looking over by my beta.
I will never hold my stories hostage for reviews.
I will never abandon a story.
I will never post anything I honestly think is no good.
I will treasure every review I get, and treat both praise and honest criticism with the consideration they deserve.

Putting anouncements and story updates on the profile page seems to be the new "thing" these days, and as I always like to be hip like all the other young 'uns, I decided to do it as well! So, uh, this is how it goes, right?

DIABLO

Diablo II: Bloody Hellfire

Last Update: 20 / 08 / 09

Chapters: 35

Status: In Progress

Summary: An adaptation of the game, Diablo II: Lord of Destruction. Raven is a druid with a dark past (How many times have you heard that before?). Accompanied by two wolves and a number of ravens, he has become a tool of Fate, destined to rinse the world of evil. The problem is he doesn't want to be a hero who the saves the world; he just wants to be left alone with his own life issues (Of which he has plenty). But Fate is a very stubborn woman, and She is determined to make this mysterious man into a hero...

Latest Chapter Summary: Nancy has finally defeated the High Council, where all the others have fallen. They were just a stepping stone for Mephisto, however, and the Lord of Hate is Aries' last chance to face his personal demons and overcome the past of his people.

Red Sun

(ONESHOT) A short, short story spurned from boredom and a lack of updates. A Necromancer and a Paladin on the last part of the second quest of the second act (The Claw Viper Temple), with dangerous results. It's not long, go read it if you want to know what the Hell I'm talking about.

Silent Prayer

(ONESHOT) Thinking about mercenaries, and the way I usually just use them as a meatshield - to charge in and distract the baddies while I sit back and fire spells at them. It would be harder to do that with a real person... right?

SUMMON NIGHT

The Craftlord of Iron

(ONESHOT) Set five years after the events of Summon Night: Swordcraft Story, Pratty is Craftlord alongside Rondeau, Sakuro, Kouren, Ureksa, Tyram and Rumari. The young Craftlord of Iron struggles to fully realise her position, though her youth and scatter-brained nature make things difficult.

A Clumsy Kiss

(ONESHOT) Varil is not a character who gets nervous, but asking out a girl like Sanary is understandably nerve-wracking. It seems rather like he's going after the wrong girl, however... (PRATTYxVARIL)

HARVEST MOON

Wedding Bells

(ONESHOT) (FRIENDSOFMINERALTOWN) Written right after I got married in the game. Wedding bells are ringing. No, really. There's a wedding on in Mineral Town, but the groom is somewhat distracted... (PROTAGONISTxPOPURI)

STARGATE: ATLANTIS

Better Than Words

(ONESHOT) (SPOILERS:SUNDAY - S3) (MCSHEP) Written shortly after the episode Sunday, and I was probably still crying. Shh, don't judge me. In any case, a literal AU, where Sheppard comforts McKay instead of Ronon, and how things spin out from there. Hurt/comfort slash, basically.

City Wide Announcement

(ONESHOT) A humorous little ficlet that pokes fun at one of the many fun little flaws in SG:A. The city wide PA. I can't figure out how it operates - as far as I can tell, Elizabeth speaks and the magical Atlantis microphones pick it up. But if that's the case, why can't everyone in the room be heard throughout the city? It really just started from there, and turned into... the world's dumbest prank.

Phrenology

The study of the shape and protuberances of the skull, based on the now discredited belief that they reveal character and mental capacity.

Cat

A small carnivorous mammal (Felis catus or F. domesticus) domesticated since early times as a catcher of rats and mice and as a pet and existing in several distinctive breeds and varieties.

Looking at everyone else’s profiles to get a better grasp on what should correctly be placed in here, I realize why people never read them.

They are intensely boring.

But I will write one up anyway. Who knows, perhaps it will amuse all of you? Or at least, a percentage of the FF.Net community.

I like thumb twiddling. It is my favourite sport. I can go both ways, thumbs forward and thumbs back. It is exciting, to see how long you can go without touching one thumb against the other.

My favourite mythical beast is the Wolpertinger. What the hell is that, you ask? A very little-known creature, that is supposed to live in alpine forests in Bavaria (a place in Germany, for the geographically moronic) that, apparently, can only be seen when you are intensely drunk, because you’re stumbling and shambling confuses them. This is not a lie; it is part of their mythology. Seriously.

I wear glasses. They are black-framed, because I am uberemolololol. My eyes, which are usually behind the glasses (As opposed to being in front of them, which would be painful), are blue. Blue-grey if you want to get technical.

I am an Australian female. Not of the original Australian community, but the lighter-skinned type. My family derives from both farmers and convicts. I have a very nasal voice, like most Australians (In comparison to every other nationality) and half the phrases you hear on television that are supposed to be Australian... I probably do actually use. Strewth! Bloody Oath! Stone the crows!

I like to swear. A lot. I especially like swearing at people. But please, do not give me a valid excuse to do it. My hope for human decency is at a terrible point in its slow death as it is. I would not like to have you add to it, nor have myself contribute, when I sneak into your bedroom at night and rob you of your kidneys. They are a vital organ and you need them to survive.

I know a lot on the excretory system. Wanna hear?

I am a teenager. That does not mean I am angsty. In fact, I am the Angst Bogeyman. When you turn off the lights, tuck your Angst in real tight, or I will crawl out from under their beds and bludgeon them to death with my collection of kidneys.