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Author has written 15 stories for Star Fox.
Anything remotely interesting about me:
I am Asian. Look carefully at the picture.
You respect me and I will respect you. Not an absolute guarantee but it works 99.99% of the time.
I believe, personally, that people who hand out one-liner reviews are shitheads. Yes, you people who toss out one-liners like candy on Halloween are a bunch of shitheads. Get used to it you lazy, spineless heads of shit.
I took philosophy class and I enjoyed it. I was posed with the question of is there a God? I used to think that there was and, somewhere in the back of my subconscious, I probably still do. But nowadays I reject the notion of a divine being completely. And if there is such a thing as a divine being then I highly doubt it cares about us mortal humans. We are here. The divine being, if there is one, obviously could give less than a shit about us. Stop worshiping the sky (praying to nobody/doing nothing) and get out and do something for a change. I don't know, maybe help others out? What? You already do? Your church already does? Really? With what? Problems that other people have in other third-world countries? Well . . . wait! What about all the problems that we have back in our country? Like . . . gay rights? Wait? You don't want gays to have rights? Your church doesn't either? Then why the fuck are you spouting shit about helping other people? Stop shoving religion down everyone's throats before I decide to shove my dick down yours.
I disagree with religion. It is a strong detriment to society, as Bill Maher quite effectively put it. Yes, religion and the concept of God has a nice ring to it, just like conspiracy theories, however, religion is not truthful and it creates delusions within the human mind and what we perceive to be "God's word" is actually our own delusional corrupt subconscious ideas that we have twisted to fit our subjective picture/situation.
Religion is an impediment to human progress and society. And regardless of what anyone believes, we cannot progress as a whole with many of us still believing in invisible beings that control our lives and dictate how kindly we should treat each other, or lack thereof.
Don't get me wrong, I know its a comfy thought, this religion. It's warm and fuzzy and calls out to us. Sadly, the truth is cold and anything but.
Religion doesn't sit well with me because it doesn't advance any of us as a whole.
It only advances our own self-perceived ideas that we have subconsciously molded.
In real life I am less sophisticated than on the Internet. If you meet me in real life you will either like me immediately or hate my guts. There is none of this getting used to me or anything. And for the most part almost everyone has immediately liked me thus far.
That is it . . . for now.
I will add onto this as time progresses and as I find more things to procrastinate your life with.
I see that there are 5 classes of writers on FFN: Fifth class, Fourth class, Third class, Second class, First class.
Three writers who have exceeded the first class status, in my opinion, are: FoxMC (Semi-active), SnakeOfTheRose (Inactive), and chaos Leader (Active).
I see myself as a Second Class Writer.
"To some, heaven is for superior white males. To others, heaven is a foolish concept for the feeble minded. To me, heaven is our fantasies."
"If you want people to like your story then don't write for them, write for yourself."
"You want a good story? Then get your ass over here and listen to what I have to say."
"I totaled my car but I only gave it a new paint job."
Other famous quotes that I have come to enjoy and respect:
"A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything." - Friedrich Nietzsche
"We may have all come on different ships, but we're in the same boat now." - Martin Luther King Jr.
"Have compassion for all beings, rich and poor alike; each has their suffering. Some suffer too much, others too little." - Buddha
"Life is either a daring adventure or it is nothing." - Helen Keller
"Cherish forever what makes you unique, 'cuz you're really a yawn if it goes." - Bette Midler
"The grass isn't always greener on the other side." - Ricky Gervais
"Do not bite at the bait of pleasure, till you know there is no hook beneath it." - Thomas Jefferson
"Good taste is better than bad taste, but bad taste is better than no taste." - Arnold Bennett
"I would rather have a big burden and a strong back, than a weak back and a caddy to carry life's luggage." - Elbert Hubbard
"When you're thirsty and it seems that you could drink the entire ocean—that's faith; when you start to drink and only finish a glass or two—that's science." - Anton Chekhov
"If you want your dreams to come true, the first thing you need to do is wake up." - J.M. Power
"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music that he hears, however measured or far away." - Henry David Thoreau
"The hardest job kids have today is learning good manners without seeing any." - Fred Astaire
“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.” - Neil Gaiman
“Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.” - Neil Gaiman
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over." - Neil Gaiman
“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.” - Anonymous
"No matter how bad life is, its still better than death." - Anonymous
“To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.” - Brandi Snyder
"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." - Albert Einstein
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious."Albert Einstein
"It is a miracle that curiosity survives formal education." - Albert Einstein
"Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed." - Mandy K (Ever Heard of a Dictionary)
"In all known time there has never been a greater monster or miracle than the human being." - Bryant H. McGill
"All you need is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure." - Mark Twain
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect." - Mark Twain
"Man was made at the end of the week's work when God was tired." - Mark Twain
"Heaven is by favor; if it was by merit your dog would go in and you would stay out." - Mark Twain
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it. - Mark Twain
"You look about as disappointed as Presbyterians in Hell" - Mark Twain
"There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist . . . except an old optimist." - Mark Twain
"Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody . . . if he can help it."Mark Twain
"My books are water; those of the great geniuses are wine—everybody drinks water." - Mark Twain
“If Christ were here, there is one thing he would not be—a Christian.” - Mark Twain
"We are all at the mercy of what politicians decide but mother nature will surely have the last word." - Robert Lugo (Yahoo comment)
"Learn from the best, they did." - Mark Chillcoat
"Strange! that you should not have suspected years ago—centuries, ages, eons, ago!—for you have existed, companionless, through all the eternities. Strange, indeed, that you should not have suspected that your universe and its contents were only dreams, visions, fiction! Strange, because they are so frankly and hysterically insane—like all dreams: a God who could make good children as easily as bad, yet preferred to make bad ones; who could have made every one of them happy, yet never made a single happy one; who made them prize their bitter life, yet stingily cut it short; who gave his angels eternal happiness unearned, yet required his other children to earn it; who gave his angels painless lives, yet cursed his other children with biting miseries and maladies of mind and body; who mouths justice and invented hell—mouths mercy and invented hell—mouths Golden Rules, and forgiveness multiplied by seventy times seven, and invented hell; who mouths morals to other people and has none himself; who frowns upon crimes, yet commits them all; who created man without invitation, then tries to shuffle the responsibility for man's acts upon man, instead of honorably placing it where it belongs, upon himself; and finally, with altogether divine obtuseness, invites this poor, abused slave to worship him!...
Quick tips and lessons from the great Stephen King; quotes taken directly from his book "On Writing" so go buy it if you liked them.
"This isn't a popularity contest, it's not the moral Olympics, and it's not church. But it's writing, damn it, not washing a car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe."
"One of the really bad things you can do to your writing is to dress up the vocabulary, looking for long words because you're maybe a bit ashamed of your short ones. This is like dressing up a household pet in evening clothes. The pet is embarrassed and the person who committed this act of premeditated cuteness should be even more embarrassed. Make yourself a solemn promise right now that you'll never use "emolument" when you mean "tip" and you'll never say John stopped long enough to perform an act of excretion when you mean John stopped long enough to take a shit."
Jaslazul once told me that a perfect sentence never existed, or something to that degree. Well, here is a little something from the man himself. "Take any noun, put it with any verb, and you have a sentence. It never fails. Rocks explode. Jane Transmits. Mountains float. These are all perfect sentences."
"Grammar is not just a pain in the ass; it's the pole you grab to get your thoughts up on their feet and walking. Besides, all those simple sentences worked for Hemingway, didn't they? Even when he was drunk on his ass, he was a fucking genius."
"Messrs. Strunk and White don't speculate as to why so many writers are attracted to passive verbs, but I'm willing to; I think timid writers like them for the same reason timid lovers like passive partners.The passive voice is safe. There is no troublesome action to contend with; the subject just has to close its and think of England, to paraphrase Queen Victoria. I think unsure writers also feel the passive somehow lends their work authority, perhaps even a quality of majesty. If you find instruction manuals and lawyers' torts majestic, I guess it does."
"The timid fellow writes The meeting will be held at seven o' clock because that somehow says to him, "Put it this way and people will believe you really know." Purge this quisling thought! Don't be a muggle! Throw back your shoulders, stick out your chin, and put that meeting in charge! Write The meeting's at seven. There, by God! Don't you feel better?"
"I won't say there's no place for the passive tense. Suppose, for instance, a fellow dies in the kitchen but ends up somewhere else. The body was carried from the kitchen and placed on the parlor sofa is a fair way to put this, although "was carried" and "was placed" still irk the shit out of me. I accept them but I don't embrace them. What I would embrace is Freddy and Myra carried the body out of the kitchen and laid it on the parlor sofa. Why does the body have to be the subject of the sentence, anyway? It's dead, for Christ's sake! Fuhgeddaboudit!"
"The other piece of advice I want to give you before moving on to the next level of the toolbox is this: The adverb is not your friend. Adverbs, you will remember from your own version of Business English, are words that modify verbs, adjectives, or other adverbs. They're the ones that usually end in -ly. Adverbs, like the passive voice, seem to have been created with the timid writer in mind. With the passive voice, the writer usually expresses fear of not being taken seriously; it is the voice of little boys wearing shoe polish mustaches and little girls clumping around in Mommy's high heels. With adverbs, the writer usually tells us he or she is afraid he/she isn't expressing himself/herself clearly, that he or she is not getting the point or the picture across."
"Consider the sentence He closed the door firmly. It's by no means a terrible sentence (at least it's got an active verb going for it) but ask yourself if firmly really has to be there. You can argue that it expresses a degree of difference between He closed the door and He slammed the door, and you'll get no argument from me . . . but what about context? What about all the enlightening (not to say emotionally moving) prose which came before He closed the door firmly? Shouldn't this tell us how he closed the door? And if the foregoing prose does tell us, isn't firmly an extra word? Isn't it redundant?"
"Someone out there is now accusing me of being tiresome and anal-retentive. I deny it. I believe the road to hell is paved with adverbs, and I will shout it from the rooftops."
"Some writers try to evade the no-adverb rule by shooting the attribution verb full of steroids. The result is familiar to any reader of pulp fiction or paperback originals:
"Put the gun down, Utterson!" Jekyll grated.
"Never stop kissing me!" Shayna gasped.
"You damned tease!" Bill jerked out.
Don't do these things. Please oh please. The best form of dialogue attribution is said, as in he said, she said, Bill said, Monica said. If you want to see this put stringently into practice, I urge you to read or reread a novel by Larry McMurtry, the Shane of dialogue attribution. That looks damned snide on the page, but I'm speaking with complete sincerity. McMurtry has allowed a few adverbial dandelions to grow on his lawn. He believes in he-said/she-said even in moments of emotional crisis (and in Larry McMurtry novels there are a lot of those). Go and do thou likewise."
"You probably do know what you're talking about, and can safely energize your prose with active verbs. And you probably have told your story well enough to believe that when you use he said, the reader will know how he said it—fast or slowly, happily or sadly. Your man may be floundering in a swamp, and by all means throw him a rope if he is . . . but there's no need to knock him unconscious with ninety feet of steel cable."
"The most interesting paragraph is the fifth one: Big Tony sat down, lit a cigarette, ran a hand through his hair. It's only a single sentence long, and expository paragraphs almost never consist of a single sentence. It's not even a very good sentence, technically speaking; to make it perfect it the Warriner's sense, there should be a conjunction (and). Also, what exactly is the purpose of this paragraph? First, the sentence may be flawed in a technical sense, but it's a good one in terms of the entire passage. Its brevity and telepathic style vary the pace and keep the writing fresh. Suspense novelist Jonathan Kellerman uses this technique very successfully. In Survival of the Fittest, he writes: The boat was thirty feet of sleek white fiberglass with gray trim. Tall masts, the sails tied. Satori painted on the hull in black script edged with gold. It is possible to overuse the well-turned fragment (and Kellerman sometimes does), but frags can also work beautifully to streamline narration, create clear images. and create tension as well as to vary the prose-line. A series of grammatically proper sentences can stiffen that line, make it less pliable. Purists hate to hear that and will deny it to their dying breath, but it's true. Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes. The object of fiction isn't grammatical correctness but to make the reader welcome and then tell a story . . . to make him/her forget, whenever possible, that he/she is reading a story at all. The single-sentence paragraph more closely resembles talk than writing, and that's good. Writing is seduction. If not so, why do so many couples who start the evening at dinner wind up in bed?"
FOR ALL YOU EAGER FFN WRITERS OUT THERE:
"There are no bad dogs, according to the title of a popular training manual, but don't tell that to the parent of a child mauled by a pit bull or a rottweiler; he or she is apt to bust your beak for you. And no matter how much I want to encourage the man or woman trying for the first time to write seriously, I can't lie and say that there are no bad writers. Sorry, but there are lots of bad writers. Some are on-staff at your local newspaper, usually reviewing some little-theater productions or pontificating about the local sports teams. Some have scribbled their way to homes in the Caribbean, leaving behind a trail of pulsing adverbs, wooden characters, and vile passive-voice constructions behind them. Others hold forth at open-mike poetry slams, wearing black turtlenecks and wrinkled khaki pants; they spout doggerel about "my angry lesbian breasts" and "the tilted alley where I cried my mother's name." Writers form themselves into the pyramid we see in all areas of human talent and human creativity. At the bottom are the bad ones. Above them is a group which is slightly smaller but still large and welcoming; these are the competent writers. They may also be found on the staff of your local newspaper, on the racks at your local bookstore, and at poetry readings on Open Mike Night. These are the folks who somehow understand that although a lesbian may be angry, her breasts will remain breasts.
"But before we go on, let me repeat my basic premise: if you're a bad writer, no one can help you become a good one, or a competent one. If you're a good and want to be great . . . fuhgeddaboudit."
My favorite quote/topic from the S.A.T.:
"The greatest disservice we do to our children is making them believe that the purpose of education is to get them into college or get them a job. Perhaps we dare not proclaim the real purpose of education because we fear that we are falling miserably short of serving that purpose--to create happy and competent human beings." -
Plazmataz: His story was the first that I read when I first came to this site. His story is interesting enough as it is. I still won't forget that his story is the main reason for why I continue to write about Krystal. I do believe that his story, and the character Kursed, made me explore this character named Krystal. You see, when I first joined this site I had no clue or idea as to who Krystal was. I was an old-school StarFox person and only knew everything about the series up to StarFox64. After that game, I am clueless as to what had happened. Well, needless to say, I researched Krystal on Google and learned everything I could about her, as well as watching Youtube video game replays of StarFox: Adventures and also StarFox: Assault. After the revelation of the games and the images I had etched into my mind of Krystal, my obsession with her character rapidly grew. I soon began to write my first story, Krisis, which received a staggering review count of over 200, exceptionally well for the fandom it was released in. But Krisis is, in my respective opinion, my worst piece of work. I just recently began better and newer projects undertaking Krystal and her interesting persona and character. I take her to new heights that most StarFox writers fail to notice or explore. You may have noticed by now, I don't write about StarFox. I write about Krystal. So thank you Plaz, thank you for engendering her into my imagination.
GamerJay: Second story I've read. Incredible combination of Warhammer:40000 and Starfox. I love this individual like a brother and I thank him for criticizing my flaws and telling me how to improve.
Snake of the Rose: Another brother-like companion. I have recently learned of his number and we engage daily in texts filled with humor and sarcasm. A delightful companion and colleague. He writes far better than me, I think, and you should go check his stories out to confirm this yourself. You will not be disappointed. Hell, even chaos Leader liked his story: As I Lay Dying. And if chaos Leader likes a story then that obviously means something. (As of 2010) Me and SOTR are undertaking a huge project of mine. It is currently in production as my story "The Curse: Yours or Mine?" is being finished up upon...and even after that I still need to work on "Atrophic Assassins". Curse my lazy self.
lanceXstorm5: I dabbled a bit in his affairs and story and became his beta-reader for a short while. Afterward, I got into a slight skirmish with one of his reviewers and he rebuked me for criticizing his fan. While he was not the first to pull his sword on me, he was probably one of the closest allies to have done so. We engaged in verbal combat, civilly of course, and it ended in a truce. His fan later crawled back and apologized to me, while also asking for professional help. I have yet to hear from him on his progress in that area of improving.
SaberFox0324: An old friend of mine. We used to RP in our "Glori-Dais" and maybe he still does, but I have put my past hobbies behind me and I have ultimately forced myself to move on from childish things. He is a military-brat, as he calls himself, and has a heart of pure wrought silver. He has guts of gold though.
Quentix Starwing: His story is interesting also, includes a Cerinian other than Krystal.
DarthVenom2: His smooth transition between his chapters and paragraphs never cease to amaze me. His story is more like an online book considering its length, but who really cares? The longer the better. He inspired me write better, surprisingly.
StarFoxOwns: A cheeky little fellow who gave me hope and reason to continue my epic failure of a story: Krisis. I suppose congratulations should be in order...without him I probably would've left my story before I had a chance to actually improve! (As of 2010) I actually wish he hadn't been there to cheer me on. Krisis was an epic failure on a epic scale.
Lucario22: (edited yet again) He is now called moon clone. He has left this site for reasons unknown to me. He seems to jump from dreary moods to gay moods in a heartbeat of a week. I cannot tell what goes on in his daily life but it doesn't seem to be good or healthy. He used to be a dashing young fellow who was set on improving with my help. And help him I did. But only for a shrot while before he fell into his series of unknown depression and despondence. I cannot relay any further information on him for now. It pains to see such a close friend go away.
chaos Leader: There isn't much to say in honor of c.L. All I can say is that when you first meet him you will be greeted by his "airy" and somewhat supercilious attitude...and he has every right to act in such a way. He has learned the "secrets of the trade" in writing and quite frankly, I think that he is wasting his time with us smaller amateur writers. But his decisions are his alone and his to make. He has helped me with my story, "The Curse" tremendously. Without him being there to give that slight "push" in the right direction I seriously think that "The Curse" would've been scraped after the first 2-3 chapters because of the lack of anything interesting in it. If you need some good thorough criticism on the "good, bad, and ugly" then he is your man. Give it all up for chaos Leader because this young prodigy knows his shit. Trust me.
Jaslazul: This dude loves to write yaoi. Not the ones filled and saturated with gratuitous amounts of mindless - and endless - sex but the ones that have an actual story and plot along with two males. I haven't exactly read any of his stories - my apologies Jazz - but he certainly seems like the type who knows what he's doing. I've currently employed him for my story Bland and he has done wonders for it. He also knows his shit, much like chaos Leader, but they are both awesome in their separate styles. I just prefer chaos because his style appeals to me, I suppose. But I can't exactly be one to talk of styles because I haven't read any of Jaslazul's works. Shame on me. Just shame on me.
I guess I'd better update this story crap so you guys can prepare yourself for what is to come:
Krisis is an utter and epic fail so don't bother reading it...unless you want to know what NOT to write like or if you are a masochist who prefers suffering and pain.
Better Days is also an epic failure. A side story that branched off from Krisis. Once again, don't read it unless you want to know what NOT to write like or prefer pain over pleasure.
The Curse: Yours or Mine started off to be an awesome idea...until my horrendous writing dismembered anything awesome about it. I will admit that it is slightly better than Krisis and Better Days but it is not far off compared to them.
Atrophic Assassins also started off as an awesome idea...and it can still be salvaged if I play my cards right. The beginning may be utter shit and cliche as Twilight but the ending will be much better. But only if I can pull my weight and play my cards right until the ending.
Bland is proving to be a bit more of a challenge to write but its also fun too. I've employed the good and renowned hand of Jaslazul and he has helped defragment this awesome story into something more awesome. This story is one of my much better works, I do believe so myself. Probably a giant step ahead of the other stories but its still not reached the top yet. But its a major improvement, that's all I will admit to.
Alpha/Omega is also proving to be a total pain in the ass. It is going to be cut up into two parts. I hope to publish this as my first novel or whatever so I hope that this will be my best work so far. I know that the beginning chapters are not that great but I will make major changes and minor as time progresses. Plot is in the works as we speak and even though it seems like some cliche piece of Resident Evil shit, don't make any hasty judgments just yet. I've gone too far with the plot to end this now. The show must go on and you will see why this story isn't as cliche as it first makes itself out to be. Nothing can be truly free of cliche...because we have used so many elements in the past century over and over again. But its making you forget about those cliches that matters. I wonder...can this story make you overlook the cliches? Let's find out.
I don't plan on writing a plethora of chapters for AO until after I'm finished with Bland. And even when I get done with Bland, I won't immediately start on AO. I'll have to realign my beginning chapters to fall into a straight line leading the way into the later chapters and eventually the second installment.
Hell's Bells is my first genuine attempt at a sort of romantic story (well not usual romance stories as you readers will soon find out) but not really. It's also my first attempt at explaining the causes of some of the most historical events in Lylat history and what led up to those events or even helped triggered them. After this story, the Lylatian government might never be seen as the same old happy pile of shit as you once thought it to be. The life is a chessboard and everyone is a playable piece (got that particular idea from chaos Leader).
I've always had this fascination with Krystal and with Kursed. You could even go so far as to call this fascination with her an obsession. Don't ask me why because I know not the answer. I've had many chats with people about this and it all comes down to: does there have to be a reason? Does there have to be a reason why I like anthropomorphic characters? Personally, I think it would be great if I came to a final conclusion...but I know now that it isn't happening.
So what does that tell you about myself? Hmmm? I like Krystal...who is an anthropomorphic character. Maybe, perhaps, I like other anthropomorphic characters? It certainly wouldn't be wrong to assume that of me.
And maybe - just maybe - I might be a furry.
There is the final piece of information about me.
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