What if I told you I'm Pen Stroke and I created this alt account to escape the horrors of the Past Sins fandom? What if told you I enjoy urethra sounding and dressing as an older woman to pick up men, including a number of underage boys? Would I still be the autistic writer of a mediocre slashfic? Well yeah, but as an accomplished writer of pony shit, you should know better.
I know, I've been promising a sequel or continuation of this story for a long time, but I'm afraid it will never come to fruition. No, not because of my constant burning procrastination.