My friends call me Spectra! Everyone else says "Ah, how did this horse get in here!?"
I figured out what people do that I don't. They do; I don't.
So you dare to confront me, the Fiery Lion? Ha! May luck come to you if you ever intend on leaving this place unharmed.
Hiya, I'm Lucky! Lucky Narcissus Strikes, if we're being formal. Thanks for clicking on my face! Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll get us some tea?
When i rule the world, i will reenact Nero's reign; the survivors will be given cookies.
A terrible writer hailing from the land where we all apparently have sexual desires for sheep. PS. I don't. I hate sheep.