Author has written 4 stories for Bleach, Aliens/Predator, X-overs, Super Smash Brothers, and Warhammer.
Name: My name is the name my parents gave me.
Age: Its between 1 and 1000000
Gender: Last I checked I was a male
Race: Human(For now...)
Meat, most of the time rare except with chicken for some reason.
Books(Mainly sci-fi and fantasy but trying to expend my interests)
Horror movies( All time favorite will always be Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
Anime characters who get so little attention.
Knives... very very sharp knives.
Tomahawks(Throwing one is more difficult than it looks)
Far Cry 3(I LOVE the bow!)
Guns(Too loud and heavy for my tastes but only in real life)
Yaoi or Yuri stories(nothing against the people who read/write them but I just don't like those kinds of stories)
Twilight(Makes two of history of horror greatest nightmares and turns them into fashion models)
Parties(If I was forced to go then I'm the guy whose sitting at the darkest corner)
Rude Awakenings(Lets just say this one started when my friends somehow got there hands on a Flashbang and I was refusing to get up)
The picture on DeviantArt I was talking about on my first story
Favorite Anime Crack Pairings
Yoruichi and Hanataro( I just really like the two of them and the thought of them together always gives me chills)
Soifon and Hanataro( She isn't my most favorite character in Bleach but the two of them together fits oddly well)
"Life isn't a fairy tale. Its a drama with all the actors, the audience, and the writer dying at the end." -Me
We were on the brink of defeat. No.
We were already defeated.
The enemy swarmed at our gates, all hope was lost.
Just as our lines began to break there he was. Just a boy.
He jump over soldiers and and attacked with the fury of a man defending his home. And like a wave of courage everyone took up arms. Not because of a rousing speech, not because they were confident in their ability.
Because a child had jumped into the fray not for glory or fame. For peace. For freedom. -Shin Akuma
When the courier walked through the desert and proudly carried the flag of old world. The courier who was talked as a legend and stories carried from parent to child for centuries.
did you guess the game I was referring to? no? well... war never changes. but men do, by the roads they walk. and this road has come to end. -Valtremors
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