Never satisfied with his own work, but hopes to bring satisfaction to others.
Remember kids, eat your veggies, go to school, and murder all your enemies.... I murder all my enemies....
I am the Storm Scribe. Let my words thunder across all creation! Let my imagination rain down and bring life to new worlds and adventures. Above all else, may you enjoy what meager gifts I bring...
Don't mind me, I'm just sitting here and working on stories with a religious fervor.
A Midwest brony who enjoys writing about adorkable unicorns and alien invasions. Come join me for XCOM 2 livestreams!
Fangirl of Sunset Shimmer and Luna, sewer of fleece plushies, writes mainly oneshots.
Our job is not to give readers what they want; our job is to show them things they never imagined. --Walt Williams
Technical Writer from the U.S.A.'s Deep South. Writes horsewords and reviews. New reviews posted every other Thursday! Writing Motto: "Go Big or Go Home!"
Nothing special here, move along, nothing to see, just ignore the lump under the sheet and the red stuff...
Every time you read one of my stories, an orphan is allowed to be happy. Do it for the orphans.
If I ever get good at Rocket League, I'll change my name to Terra Score-a.
This account is no longer in use. I'm leaving it up so people can read my stuff. If you need to contact me, send an email to dawnfade@gmail.com
I do things for the internet, sometimes unspeakable things, most of the time just editing for pony stories though.
Genuinely wishing I had more time and motivation to write. Sometimes you'll get lucky. Mostly you'll be disappointed.
A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.
Blog author for Equestria Daily and writer of fiction that may or may not include marshmallow ponies.
A Brony of non-US origin (pause for gasps of horror),thus I spell things slightly differently. Well, not 'things', specifically, but words like surprise, colour and centre. You weird people.
"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."