Hello, and welcome to our profile. We are the Baking Bandits, Heffy and Wolfie. We...well...bake. And spork. And perhaps some other things- Heffy hasn't decided yet. Mostly, Wolfie will be the one doing the sporking.

We have our seperate accounts, on which we will actually be posting our stories. Kudos to you if you can figure out our real accounts (our real pennames are not 'Wolfie' and 'Heffy', by the way).

Wolfie:
Hi. I'm Wolfie, and I will mainly be using this account to spork badly written fanfiction, or original fiction posted here. I suppose I'll use this account to flame too, although I rarely (VERY rarely) flame. To me, sporking is a way of giving constructive critism, although it is kind of mean and sarcastic. It's more helpful than flaming, anyway. If you've been sporked by me, by all means, reply. I'll read your replies, and I may even reply back.

When I'm not sporking or reporting original stories posted here, I enjoy baking strawberry cakes, RPing with Heffy, and torturing Elphaba.

Heffy:
Hi. I'm Heffy, and I will mainly be here to provide comic relief. I like long walks on the beach and...

I'm just going to stop now. Anyway, I'm not sure what I will be using this account for as of yet. I may spork occasionally, though Wolfie tends to be better at it then me. I may provide some concrit. You should hope I get a hold of your story (if it's a bad one) before Wolfie does. I'm also known as the guro of angst. Especially mental angst, and especially mental angst incurred on a certain Glinda Upland. I like RPing with Wolfie, avoiding her strawberry cake like the plague, and mental angsting Glinda.

So...enjoy your stay. And while you're here, have some strawberry cake?

Quote of the [Whenever We Decide to Change It:
Every so often, either Wolfie or Heffy will change the quote here. These quotes come from stories that we have sporked and are ones that we find especially amusing.

"The pain of the knowledge that the cloak of wickedness would never remove itself to let her bathe in the light or hear the laughter of a child, to Elphaba to never have happiness was one thing, but to never have happiness and be trapped in a web of accumulating lies was like having too much Parmesan cheese on your spaghetti."

Well, I know it says one quote, and this one comes from a good fic, but I couldn't resist adding it:

"She's not feeling that well," Boq supplied. "Morning sickness. You know how it is." Dr. Dillamond nodded as if Boq had said Elphaba was out with the flu.