Author has written 5 stories for Sonic the Hedgehog, Pokémon, Doctor Who, and Bionicle.
Alright, time to reboot this thing...admittedly, I haven't updated in a while-3, 4 years. I didn't take that long...eheh...-but I am redoing my account. I'll delete some stories, maybe rewrite a few others, but for the most part, my old stories will remain. The only reason I'll delete a story is if I feel that it wasn't really important or good. Either that reason or tohidemymassiveinsecuritiesaboutbeingtoldthatmystoriesarebad. One of the two.
As for writing? I don't know. I had a hard time writing back then, and I have a hard time now. So, no, updates will not be frequent. I have a lot of stories that I wrote up, but never ended up posting, so I'll try and get those in...maybe. Most of 'em require a bit of fixing up.
What's happened to me while I've been gone? Nothing much. A bit of new, mostly the old. I had a birthday, so there's that. Also, I've grown a bit more...adjusted with the world. When I first got onto fanfiction.net, I really just typed whatever popped into my head. But, now that I learned to think, I-wait, wait, wait...I didn't learn to think! I mean, sure, stuff happened, but not thinking! Everyone knows that thinking is lame and only for old people. Not for hip youngsters like me! ...I really did just say hip, didn't I?
Oh, and I nearly forgot...I may have gotten crazier. But the doctors said that if I took the pills twice a day, then I won't have to be put in the cage again. So, just remind me to do that, okay Bob?
That and my sense of...good, has gotten better. I can tell the difference between a bad and good fanfic, offer legitimate criticisms (HA! Legitimate!), and I actually managed to become a good writer...you just know, I'm lying about one of those.
So, anyway, I guess there's not a lot to say. Rebooted account, new stories. Same-old, same-old. But, there is this one thing I'm forgetting...what was it?
Oh. Right. I might have tried sacrificing a few...hundred...thousand...3,783,926 souls to Ctulu...hey, I would've sacrificed to Yog-Sototh, but he was full! I mean, who else was I going to sacrifice them to?
Hi, there! First chapter of my Doctor Who fanfic is up (or will be, hopefully soon)! I plan to make this series very long running, but for now it's just the first chapter. Hopefully you guys like it...you know, at this point, I probably only have 1 viewer, so I shouldn't say 'guys'. Just 'guy', really. Anyway, if anyone is wondering what happened to Toa Zarikai, I've decided to delete. That was my early writing, and it wasn't...good. I also have other plans for that project, once I get the proper materials (namely a camera and a few dozen Bionicle parts), but that won't be for a while. And I still want to focus on my writing, so that one's going to be on the back-burner for a long time. In any case, with my hopes up, and the Doctor Who fic up as well, I'll be seeing you later.
And with that, I bid you, adieu!
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone that she fell...and they believed them.
THEY HURT HER
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post but didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
If you don't repost saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.