I am not contained between my hat and my boots.

Now the program has been opened, the keyboard pulled from it's sheathe, words are typed and offer (mental) sustenance, a fate I must abide! (Gravemind voice)

This used t'be me stomping grounds. Not anymore, I'm afraid.

I feel the cold, the lonliness, rushing around me. I feel the darkness encircling, yet i do not know fear, hate or regret, i am at peace. The darkness is within, and it shall consume me.

30/Male/Soviet Alaska

Sonson-sensei here, how's it hanging my precious students. Not much I can say about myself in such a short blurb but I'm a writer and artist that happens to like ponies. Rarity is best pony.

Tallest of all the bronies! Maybe. Socal resident that likes ponies, war related things, and the use of the word saucy. Feel free to drop a line or whatever. I love to talk with people. Brony on!