Long time lurker, eternal critic. Mostly harmless.
David put his hand in his bag, and took thence a stone, and slang it, and smote the Philistine in his forehead, that the stone sunk into his forehead; and he fell upon his face to the earth.
World is cold, hard and miserable. Pony is soft, warm and adorable. (He/Him)
I have a Project Wingman missile warning stuck in my head, please send help.
Welcome to my page. I am a lover of good HiE fics, Griffons, and the best race ever the mighty Changeling.
I'm inspired to write something deep, profound and moving; guess i'll die
Ride operator at Cedar Point. Been on here for seven years and haven't written anything. Maybe I will someday.
Urban Planner, TV Tropes contributer, and writer on the side.
Don't worry about the future; it hasn't come yet. Don't worry about the past; it already happened. Don't worry about the present; everything will happen for a reason.