If you've come looking for stories, you will be disappointed. I do however have a brain full of ideas ripe for the picking.
I STILL have no idea what I'm doing, but can always wing it until I do.
It's not "definantly" or "defiantly" or "definately". It's "DEFINITELY". How can so many people get it wrong...
Somewhere in the USA. Probably older than you. And something about MLP:FIM makes me want to write stories. Unfortunately, being gainfully employed cuts into my writing time.
Although it left it, it knew that it was right, it made it down, because it didn't know what's up.
I don't know what you're talking about, I've always looked like this.
Write stories. Acquire followers and moderate horsefame.
"The purpose of the first draft is not to get it right but to get it written." -John Dufresne. Please send corrections via PMs. The Blade of Quill & Blade
George Carlin is my favorite "philosopher." Lyra is best pony. Raindrops is best pegasus. Sunset Shimmer is best human.
Just a guy. Not much to say. I don't always write, but when I do, its the best I can.
Just a guy that does whatever comes to mind. Giving the D, trolling, cockblocking, and laughing maniacally may apply.
Just another University-edicated fanfiction writer who prefers the cheers and laughter of ponies to madness and sorrow.
"I'm not afraid of dying. I just don't want to be there when it happens." —Woody Allen
A crossover/HiE writer whose own distractions with the internet ended up with him running into ponies. And now he's a fanfiction writer.
I read and write in an attempt to figure out which questions and beliefs our little microcosm of a community holds. My verdict? I'm not saying.
Q(^_^Q). The friendliest misanthrope you'll ever meet.
Just a fella looking to finish what I started
"'Descent into madness' implies you went unwillingly." College student, stupidly into gaming, voice actor hopeful.
Just some guy who started trying to actually write something after almost two years of lurking. Apparently people like to read the stuff that goes on in my head. Huh.
I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.
Providing a realistic simulation of life on a natural satellite since 2012
"The rewards of tolerance are treachery and betrayal."
“I need you, the reader, to imagine us, for we don't really exist if you don't.”