"Gold for the merchant, silver for the maid / Copper for the craftsman, cunning in his trade / 'Good', laughed the Baron, sitting in his hall / But iron - cold iron - shall be the master of them all."

Where it went down hill

"... okay, I have another plan!"

Just an adventure/mystery fanfiction-writing brony from the state of Vermont who hopes that you enjoy his work.

Our job is not to give readers what they want; our job is to show them things they never imagined. --Walt Williams

Personal issues came up

Just a scientist who's working through the six levels of writing in her spare time. Currently attacking number four, Structure.

MLP:FiM, Undertale, and Jekyll and Hyde. These are of the Holy Trinity of my obsessions in which I lay awake at night and wonder about. And sometimes, if I can't sleep, I write about them.

It's fanfiction all the way down.

Although it left it, it knew that it was right, it made it down, because it didn't know what's up.

Being against evil doesn't make you good.

He's this guy, who writes stuff.

Just a guy with ideas constantly popping out of my brain.

A groovy mystery, gang.

Well, I'm 17 (for now) and I absolutely love writing. Writing is one of my favourite pastimes so I'm glad that I came here!

My Element is Honesty. My Sin is Envy.

I'm here for you.

How I'd love to wipe the me from the past from the web. I think that would be dishonest, though.

"We are all born mad. Some remain so." -Estragon, Waiting for Godot