O.F.P.

A Day in the Life

FYI: I am mostly dead. Don't expect much from me.

space is a waste

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

I type stories using my hands

"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

A fellow traveler...

Not very active here anymore.

Hoopy's just this guy, you know?

Out at sea, rockin' steam dreams and pilot valves... Deuces.

Machine-God be praised. Also, call me "Mago-Five" and I'll forcefully shove a chainblade mechadendrite up your rectum. I mean it. Don't do it.

30/Male/Soviet Alaska

I'm guy who sometimes writes fanfiction. I like bacon.