except, you know, the ability to speak to people without going into a hysterical, spastic fit. 

I refuse to tell you my real name because it means little lamb, and there is nothing worse than being named after a fluffy animal.

gamer at heart, paranoid writer (like... type quietly so my roommates don't come in and see what I'm doing (which just happened. why am I bothered? who the fuck knows)), um, have a sailor's mouth, love apocalyptic shit, etc. also unable to distinguish relevant facts from irrelevant ones - if it were up to me, y'all would know my life story, but then everyone would run away, so. there's that. fortunately I have a semi functional filter that keeps me in line.

I'm actually an excellent writer (i write gude, ya feel me) though I am weirder than any sort of mutant animal you'd find in a nuclear fallout, and I love role playing so much that sometimes it interferes with real world things, BUT HERE I AM.

was there something I was supposed to say? cause if there was...

I apologize.

oh and hello.