Author has written 4 stories for Bleach, Final Fantasy VIII, Final Fantasy VII, and Attack on Titan/進撃の巨人.
Hello. My name is Leighmon (waits for laughter to die down). 26 years old. I am currently employed (read: Sold my soul) to Uncle Sam via the US Army. I am stationed at Fort Bragg, North Carolina.
AIM = Ve12y (practically never on)
Email = v.e12y2.0 at gmail
Physical appearance: I'm in the Army. I spend my time crawling under things, shooting things, headbutting random things (like grenades and terrorists), doing PT, jumping out of airplanes, and being falsely motivated so the Sergeants will not rip me a new asshole. And I look like it. Seriously, everyone in the Army pretty much looks the same.
Likes: Maddox, Yugi-oh Abridged, WoW, running, shooting things that disagree with me, writing, reading, gaming, forum-crafting, long candlelit beaches, walks along the dinner etc.
Dislikes: Terrorists (Damn you, Taliban Bob). Liberals who don't have a clue. Conservatives too stuck in their ways to move out of the way of oncoming ignorance. Ghetto/Rap.
Dreams: To one day have his (my) name on a book in a bookstore. For those unable to read between the lines, I want to be an author. Also, I hope to one day own a mech. Mechs are fu...really cool. Oh, and a pony, always wanted one of those.
Movies: Full Metal Jacket, Platoon, Robin Hood: Men in Tights, Princess Bride, Saving Private Ryan, Dodgeball, Teenage Mutant Turtles: I & II.
Quotes, 'cause quotes are totally rad and I love displaying my copy/paste skills:
There's no "I" in team. But there is no "U" either. So if I'm not on the team, and you are not on the team, then no one is on the goddamn team! The team sucks.
The difference between a medic and a doctor is that a doctor actually cures people, a medic just makes you more comfortable as you die. So make sure not to get shot.
First God invented hangovers then he invented half-women half-sharks that won't even sleep with me. Thanks for nothing God!
It's not pink, it's lightish red!
I'm sorry for spending so much time on the codpiece, but a three-coat waxing is just my way of showing I care.
I'll be more enthusiastic about encouraging thinking outside the box when there's evidence of any thinking going on inside it.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of his own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.
Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off.
In the beginning there was nothing, and it exploded.
Give a man a fire and he's warm for the day. But set fire to him and he's warm for the rest of his life.
For animals, the entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.
The consensus seemed to be that if really large numbers of men were sent to storm the mountain, then enough might survive the rocks to take the citadel. This is essentially the basis of all military thinking.
Stupid men are often capable of things the clever would not dare to contemplate...
A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.
An education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.
Real stupidity beats artificial intelligence every time.
It could not be happening because this sort of thing did not happen. Any contradictory evidence could be safely ignored.
It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was us, what did that make Me? After all, I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.
Sham Harga had run a succesful eatery for many years by always smiling, never extending credit, and realizing that most of his customers wanted meals properly balanced between the four food groups: sugar, starch, grease, and burnt crunchy bits.
The pamphlet was very patriotic. That is, it talked about killing foreigners.
Of course, it is very important to be sober when you take an exam. Many worthwhile careers in the street- cleansing, fruit-picking and subway-guitar-playing industries have been founded on a lack of understanding of this simple fact.
If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter.
Revolutions always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.
Seeing, contrary to popular wisdom, isn't believing. It's where belief stops, because it isn't needed any more.
What our ancestors would really be thinking, if they were alive today, is: "Why is it so dark in here?"
Bishops move diagonally. That's why they often turn up where the kings don't expect them to be.
Gods don't like people not doing much work. People who aren't busy all the time might start to think.
He says gods like to see an atheist around. Gives them something to aim at.
No. Men should die for lies. But the truth is too precious to die for.
There is no pain greater than this; not the cut of a jagged-edged dagger nor the fire of a dagger's breath. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing something, someone, before you truly have learned of its value.
They live with the belief that anything is acceptable if you can get away with it, that self-gratification is the most important aspect of existence, and that power comes only to she or he who is strong enough and cunning enough to snatch it from the failing hands of those who no longer deserve it. Compassion has no place in Menzoberranzan, and yet it is compassion, not fear, that brings harmony to most races. It is harmony, working toward shared goals, that precedes greatness.
Greater indeed are pleasures that are shared.
We are all prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. It is a burden that all people endure, that all people despise, and that few people ever learn to escape.
Is yours an honest lament?...Most are not, you know. Most self-imposed burdens are founded on misperceptions. We - at least we of sincere character - always judge ourselves by stricter standards than we expect others to abide by. It is a curse, I suppose, or a blessing, depending on how one views it...Take it as a blessing, my friend, an inner calling that forces you to strive to unattainable heights.
It is better, I think, to grab at the stars than to sit flustered because you know you cannot reach them...At least he who reaches will get a good stretch, a good view, and perhaps even a low-hanging apple for his efforts.
There is a wide world out there, my friend, full of pain, but filled with joy as well. The former keeps you on the path of growth, and the latter makes the journey tolerable.
Guilt resembles a sword with two edges. On the one hand, it cuts for Justice, imposing practical morality upon those who fear it. But there is another side to that weighted emotion. Conscience does not always adhere to rational judgment. Guilt is always a self-imposed burden, but it is not always rightly imposed.
The meekest of animals will fight bravely when it is backed against a wall, for it has nothing left to lose. A poor man is more deadly than a rich man because he puts less value on his own life.
Luck is simply the advantage a true warrior gains in executing the correct course of action.
Greater the heights do seem when they follow the depths.
Are we then creatures of action? Do we say that we desire those excepted clichés of comfort when, in fact, it is the challenge and the adventure that truly give us life?
To any intelligent being, there is no emotion more important than hope. Individually or collectively, we must hope that the future will be better than the past, that our offspring, and theirs after them, will be a bit closer to an ideal society, whatever our perception of that might be...It is at those times when we feel we are contributing to that ultimate end...we feel true elation.
Hope is the key. The future will be better than the past, or the present. Without this belief, there is only the self-indulgent, ultimately empty striving of the present...or simple despair, the time of life wasted in waiting for death.
We are the center. In each of our minds - some may call it arrogance, or selfishness - we are the center, and all the world moves about us, and for us, and because of us. This is the paradox of community, the one and the whole, the desires of the one often in direct conflict with the needs of the whole. Who among us has not wondered if all the world is no more than a personal dream?
But good is not a thing of perception. What is 'good' in one culture cannot be 'evil' in another. This might be true of mores and minor practices, but not of virtue. Virtue is absolute.
What might have been had the parents of a king not met? What might have been had a hero been cut down in his or her youth by an arrow that whizzed harmlessly past, cracking the air barely an inch away? Often does the simplest chance effect the history of nations.