You're probably reading this because I loved your story and left a flattering review. Sorry, but if you're looking to check me out,the trail ends here. I'd love to be as openon my real account as I am on this one,but alas no. I also write, and admire fellow masters of subtlety and eloquence--but I am afraid that I cannot reveal myself.

Either that, or I flamed you. Knowing my protocol, I flamed you thoroughly, intelligently, and you're probably still baffled. Sorry, love, but my mission is one of truth and absolution--you'll find no sympathy here. Nor do I intend to engage you in any form of argument on the topic. I've said my piece, and you ought to be grateful that I have some self-restraint and didn't organize a flame war; a war involving flamers, such as myself, of similar intellect.

Note that your emails of protest will be, in the best case, disregarded. However, if you persist, I will be forced to make a literary example of you. No flamer, you see, travels alone.

What's important, my fellow writers, is that quality and hard work dominate the realm of fanfiction, that those with true talent are complemented and encouraged while those without are soundly dealt with.

Thanks for the love, thanks for the hatred. It's all fuel to me.

-ConfloFabulas (google it)