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Simon D. Uzumaki PM
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Joined Jul '14

Hey there with all the stories out, im addicted to reading them all, but i hope to one day start on one myself, i am dyslexic so my english suffers especially when i am excited and always when im typing but don't let that bother you, first and last letters of words are the only read anyway haha

Age: yeah not going there lol

Sex: yes please lmao but seriously male

that's pretty much all ya need to know, im a joker, {pretty easy to tell i think} and all in all nice well rounded guy, how ever i believe that people that bash say me when write i say bring it on i could use a good laugh, people that offer genuine help, i love you guys and will do my up most to take it to heart.

Will start up again soon not been doing to well and having major writers block, hope to post soon with in a few weeks

Nature observation: I'd like to offer you my observation on the deplorable creature commonly know as The Flamer. Now The Flamer is a rather vane and nasty creature, it likes to believe that it is better than any other creature it will encounter. One such creature The Flamer may encounter is known as The Writer (not to be confused with The Troll). The behaviour of The Flamer when encountering The Writer is, at times, amusing (this is especially so when the encounter is with a Writer who has a strong personality). The Flamer will attack with generic insults and pitiful threats (all of which are, usually, poorly spelled). Sadly the reasons behind The Flamer's unmitigated attacks are little more than jealousy. You see, many Flamers like to pretend (or even believe) that they areWriters, unfortunately however the quality of their work leaves little to be desired and in their own twisted little minds believe that by "Flaming" the work of a natural Writer, they will be able to feel better about their own work. It is a sickness that is quite prolific within Flamer society called "Tall-Poppy Syndrome" {the desire to bring down others to your level or below with the use of insults and false words in order to make yourself feel 'taller'.}

Note: There is a more cowardly sub-spices of The Flamer known as The Anonymous Flamer though they act in much the same way as their cousins, they prefer not to be 'seen', instead they attack without leaving any way for The Writer to "size-them-up" as it were.

{got this form Nick Tanico, bro you made me laugh and i love this i had to copy past it}

so, sorry for not updating my story for so long, i had a small problem of being ill for a while, then i lost all my work i had been saving so im in the process of redoing all my stuff, it will be a week or so maybe longer due to everything im having to catch up a pone so maybe next month i should have completed a few chapters hopefully

LOVELESS

When the war of the best brings about the world's end

The goddess descends form the sky, wings of light and dark spread afar, she guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting

Infinate in mystery is the gift of the godess

We seek it thus, and take to the sky

Ripple form on the water's surface, the wandering soul knows no rest

There is no hate, only joy, for you are beloved by the goddess, hero of the dawn, healer of worlds

Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul

Pride is lost, wings stripped away, the end is nigh

My friend do you fly away now? To a world that abhors you and I? all that awaits you is a somber morrow. No matter where the wings may blow

My firend, you desire is the binger of life, the gift of the goddess

Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return

My friend, the fates are cruel, there are no dreams, no honor remains, the arrow has left the bow of the goddess

My soul, corrupted by vengeance, hath endured torment, to find the end of the jouney. In my own salvation and your eternal slumber

Legends shall speak of sacrifice at world's end, the wind sails over the water's surface, but surely

Even if the morrow is barren of promises

Nothing shall forestall my return

To become the dew that quenches the land

To spare the sands, the seas, and the skies

I offer thee this silent sacrifce

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