A friendly neighborhood dragon who loves ponies; so crunchy!
To what great heights do I dream of. I surely must not look down.
We were somewhere around Ponyville, on the edge of the Everfree, when the Poison Joke began to take hold.
"A story is not a machine that does what you tell it. A story is a beast with a life of its own" - Alan Wake
Stories about: Feelings too complicated to describe, ponies
Just someone whose creativity switches from On to Off, but it's actually unplugged right now too.
"Descriptive but creatively shallow and morally bankrupt."
Former author and proofreader/editor/fanfic troubleshooter.