"Fluff" in the same way what collects under the sofa is fluff.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.
She's looking at you. Yes you. And she is judging you with her eyes. There is no escape.
Just a man. Nothing special. I like almost everything I can find about sci-fi and epic high fantasy. I like plenty of other things, but you don't really care about that I'm sure.
Lecturer by day, pony word peddler by night.