The next best thing to a typewriting monkey. Most of the time.
I write about small pastel-colored ponies and do bad things to them. Ask me about anything, I love talking about my stories even more than writing them.
Someday, I'll stop writing silly comedy stories. However, today isn't "someday".
"Fluff" in the same way what collects under the sofa is fluff.
I'm an observer brony you might say. Dark and mysterious sometimes... and sometimes hyperactive. I'ma cool guy so don't feel shy ta chat with me. My bio is located on my DeviantID on Deviantart.com.
Why do I put all the stories I have problems continuing on the site while keeping the ones I literally have spent years typing with a friend to myself? The heck's wrong with me?