I grew up on the east side of west where the land is hot an humid and not very nice to live in at all. I had no friends. It might have been because every time someone would approach me I'd scream at the top of my lungs until they fled, or id stare at them without uttering a word until they became so discomforted they made an excuse to leave my eerie presence. But my life wasn't sad, no, not at all. Despite the heat and dank air, I ventured outside, making friends with animals. My favorite were the raccoons. We chaste one another to no end, though my mother did not appreciate their company in the house. I was devastated to find she had killed one of them one morning. It was then she finally came to the conclusion that I was insane. She tried to get me help. My therapist suggested I write out my story to get out some emotions, but nothing could ease the pain of the loss of my friend. So now I spend most of my time sitting in dark corners and hissing at anyone who tries to come near. That is when I'm not writing.
Favourite Movies
Dark Knight, Lelo and Stitch, Sweeny Todd, Let me in, Iron man, mostly depends on my mood
Favourite TV Shows
Trigun, FMA & FMA brotherhood, vampire diaries, arrested development, Dexter, Avatar the last air bender
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Whatever suits my mood
Favourite Books
Wheel of Time, Most books by Brandon Sanderson, Name of the Wind
Favourite Writers
Robert Jordon, Brandon Sanderson, Patrick Rothfuss
Favourite Games
Hop scotch on the hot pot
Favourite Gaming Platform
the pot
Tools of the Trade
My laptop