Sometimes I wonder why I write. Then I look back at my stories and remember: I have a story to tell. And a LOT of mistakes to correct.
My pony-crazy has dimmed since the finale of the show. Probably won't post anything again but I'll stil read things for sure. Still love the show.
"...as for the Why: beyond the obvious financial motivation, it's exceedingly simple... because I can."
Feeling lucky? I'm on a whole 'nother level. I almost feel bad. Almost.
I am hate, I am fear, I am sorrow, I am DESPAIR!!!!!!!!
Hello everybody. I'm just a nice fellow who is an antiquent gamer, as you may be able to tell by my name. If you've any questions of me, please message me, and I will get back to you as soon as I can!
A man who seeks to conquor his writing demons while also enjoying a show about neon colored ponies.
They say misery loves company. Not quite. I love Misery's company.
Just a Brony who likes to read, planning on writing a story or two someday.
Dark lord of the fire throne, sits alone. The keeper of wisdom and knowledge, the old one who watches and learns.
I love gaming and reading and will try anything new
planning is optional, courage is not defined by the will to fight, it is defined by the reason for which one is fighting,stayclassy
Just someone reading, favoriting, and Lycaning things here, and there.
Just a big, tall dumbass that is trying to write words as soon as possible... And loves games. A lot. Also, I enjoy Roleplay. Feel free to PM me about it.
Just your everyday teenager who likes metal music and ponies and works for a living and has high hopes for going no where in life
Really just some person who likes reading and MLP. Nothing too special about me. Or is there? Nope, probably not.
Humanity has spent thousands of years perfecting the indoors, so why would we want to go outside?
WHAT IS A PONY? NOTHING BUT MISERABLE PILE OF FRIENDSHIPS! BUT ENOUGH TALK HAVE AT YOU!
And god said "Let There Be Marines", and the devil ran in fear
The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.