Who am I? Well, I am just a guy who wants try out and improve my writing. I am from Chuuk, that's in Federated State of Micronesia, or FSM.

Where I am now, people only see my imaginative skills as a sign of mental problem. Although I would give credit to the fact that I am rather clumsy. I didn't know about this fanfiction thing until, like, two years ago! Plus, writing turns out to be fun, and it helps me with my "imagination problem".

For the record, the reason why I didn't update some stories is because of the typhoon that crash through Micronesia, in April-May, 2015.

P.s. please flame my stories because I need the motivation.

P.p.s. sorry for my writing for I am not capable of writing good grammar, because I am not an American.

{August, 10, 2016}

I can't believe it's nearly a year since I updated this profile.

Oh, well, if you want to know some more about me, then here are the things I can give away.

1.) Date of birth? How old are you?

- Sept, 16, 1997. I'm 18 years old, going on 19. And I have a beard that grows impossibly fast, so when you guys see me (I don't know how, hack my face-cam or something), don't be surprise to see a fully bearded 18-19 year old.

2.) Where are you from?

- I am from Chuuk, that is in the middle of the Pacific Ocean that is the part of the FSM, Federated States of Micronesia.

3.) What the hell is a Chuuk?!

- Chuuk is the state of the Chuukese people that are part of the FSM. FSM is divided into 4 states: Pohnpei, Yap, Kosrae, and Chuuk. Chuuk is composed of a lot of island. And I mean a lot! There are so many islands to list that is comprised of the state Chuuk, but the main island where the Chuukese go to is Weno.

4.) So is Chuuk like Hawaii?

- Really? You gonna compare us to Hawaii? No, Chuuk is no Hawaii. There is no "Sufs up, brah", there aren't any "Welcome tourist, Aloha!". We don't have none of those. We are broke people. There is no shame in that, we like how it is, despite a few problems. Besides, we don't surf or do a Luau. We got our own culture here, that are in bits and in pieces thanks to the events in World War II.

5.) So what's it like down there?

- *Sigh* I'm not gonna sugarcoated, but it's terrible here, and I love it! Many American came here as well, and some love the simpleness and terrible aspect here, those that don't... ships outta here. Those are the ones that can't stomach the way Chukese handle it here.

What makes it terrible here? The police suck at doing their job, they ran at the sight of thug with a gun! People are able to get away with murder from the cops, but to family clans... yeah, well, they're fuck! When someone gets into a fight with another clan, his/her will back her up, no matter what. (So far, my clan hasn't been able to partake into that sort of thing. Maybe because we're not from Weno, but from the outer islands.)

Tourist are left well enough alone. We don't bother mugging them, or stuff. But, if you're planning to come down here, just bring a knife or machete. That's all you need.

6.) Yeesh! Um, what's your favorite hobby?

- Stories! I love coming up with stories, or hearing legends about Chuuk or my home island. And video games. And drawing (BTW, I stole that profile picture, I didn't draw it.).

7.) Favorite book?

- Lord of the Rings! Hobbits! Warriors series ( I love cats. :P) To kill a Mocking Bird! World of Warcraft (The book series. Haven't finish all of them)

8.) Favorite movies?

Anything animated, really. I've been fascinated with animation and have been planning to learn it. Maybe some day, I'll animate what I write here.

9.) Likes?

- Um, anything that doesn't taste like shit. Cats.

Anything that has anything to associate with mythology, history, and games.

And writing a lot. Plus, lots of books to read.

10.)Dislikes?

- Anything that does taste like shit.

Dogs. (I only have few favorite.)

Snakes. (Went through a traumatic experience with some in Guam.)

Hypocrites.

11.) Favorite color?

- GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

12.) Favorite subjects?

- History, Mythology, Games, Literature, and Art.

13.) Favorite numbers?

- 13, actually. As in the bad luck number.

So that's all folks. I'll see ya later. TTFN- Ta Ta For Now!

I'm back with a new update, but this time it's different. I've created group here that helps me bring out new fresh ideas for stories in the far, FAR future. But hopefully we can get things done fast enough.

Time of update: November/22/2016.

Now, let me introduce the group that's going inspire/helps create this ideas!

Matt Kosik: He's an American. I didn't mean it in any offensive way, just that he was one of those Americans that had the guts to stick around in Chuuk. I gotta say, kudos to that tough fucker! He volunteered to be one of the characters in one of my story, "Our Life In Thedas," and helped out a lot with the plot.

Patrick Martinez: A great friend of my mine that is an expert when it comes to dealing with logical happenings in a story. Who else, but the mediator of the group that helps steers us in the right direction. This guy is Chuukese like me, but he doesn't look like it. Believe me, many have made that mistake. All in all, still a nice guy. Thanks to this guy, I managed to get far in my story.

P.S. he suffers from mood swings that annoys the shit out of me when it comes to making a story go far

Albert A. Aten: Oh, this guy was the one that inspired this whole story thing. I've gotten the concept of making up stories from this guy when we were little kids, and he was one of those annoying friends that comes to your house and kicks your ass just to wake you up. Plus, he's those weird friends that you're aren't ashamed of, but the ones that piss you off with their funny shits! How am I still alive, I don't know. Don't ask.

Coyten Elijah (Fake name): This here is my brother. Hah, he's the best when it comes to listening to stories and coming up with one. He's the one that jump started the whole, "Our Life In Thedas," and the "I am a Rathalos story." If all you Rathalos readers gotta thank someone for that awesome stories, thank him.

Jupaz Umwech: My potty-mouthed nephew. He curses so much, that it became a vocabulary for him. And I love him for that. He manages to help me out with upcoming stories. Can't spoil them though.

William Hadik: The innocent little one in the group. Practically, the brother we all pick on! LOL! But he did help out a lot with all this crazy shit I've come up with. Oh, he's an American. Another tough white boy. Nah, he's practically Chuukese now, you Americans can't take him back! I'll never let you!

Rayheart: A good friend who is an expert when it comes love. Not really, but its fun to hear his ideas for a romance in the stories. A Chuukese boy who has a lot to learn, and nothing to lose. Go, Ray!

Austin Nakayama: He's the troll of the group. I swear, his mouth can kill us faster than Clint Eastwood's gun-draw! But he is the most imaginative among us all. Heck, he's one of those hardcore story writer who, literally, writes about a whole nation! I can barely cover that! He could write about how it all began, how it divides, and how disappears. Not only that, he's a battletech fan, and a warhammer fan. He's got big plans, too, with one of the upcoming stories. But he gets more writers block than we do.

Miko Ronquillio: I know what you're thinking! That this person is a Japanese chick! Wrong. He's a Filipino dude! Don't tell him I said that! This guy is just starting out with the story concept thing, I guess. I heard he's in japan right now, coming up with an anime story... Which one of you live in Japan? In one of the college in Japan? Find him. Because I want you to let him read this words:

MIKO-SAMA!!!!!!!!

Julius Koto: Not really an author kind of guy, but he did volunteer for me to put him in one of my stories. Thanks Jules!

Sam Paul: Same as Julius. I included him because he also represent a pure Chuukese when ever I hear him talk. Although, Chuukese do talk like gangsters.

Bob Elijah (Also fake name): He's a real chitter-chatter this one. As soon as a story comes up, he will go through full burst to try and to burst through a story without thinking it through. Guess who's that: Me!

All in all, these are the guys that made things happened. But special thank you to all those that supported my stories. You all know who you are! Again, Peace!

(Update: April, 19, 2017)

Okay, does anyone here want to know why I picked the name Killed Streak? Anybody? Somebody? Body?

Anywho, so let me clarify. I did NOT have a grammar error. No, it was intentional. You see, whenever I play video games of the sort, I have a bragging issue. Never know when to close my mouth, which helps makes the moment funny in the gameplay!

So, the name Killed Streak befits me since I keep on losing every game to anybody I play with. I was horrible at playing, but I love the reaction whenever I spout nonsensical anger towards my friends.

And because I keep losing to my friends, I became a number one target to earn a quick kill streak point. Thus, I was name Killed Streak. I should have named myself Death Streak, but that sounded macabre. It actually would be funny if I just change my username to Dying Streak.

So yeah, woe is me, huh? Anyway, have a great day. Thanks for reading. Peace!

I saw this so, yeah! Enjoy this paste!

If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.

If you believe that Insanity has its advantages, and the Log is a Shinobi's savior repost this, and the following line!

ALL HAIL INSANITY! ALL HAIL THE LOG! Repost this if you are Insane and proud of it!

If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile.

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile

95% of teenagers would be terrified if Justin Beiber was about to jump off a building to kill himself; copy and paste this if you are one of the 5% who would have a video camera and be yelling "JUMP!!" while laughing. 'ha ha!'

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Something Sad
The girl you just called fat? She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Don't judge people, you don't know their life. I bet 95% of you won’t re-post this, but I'm sure the people with a heart and backbone will.

95% of teens would cry if they saw EDWARD CULLEN at the top of a skyscraper about to jump.put this as part of sig if you are part of the 5% that would sit here with popcorn & a camera and yell ''DO A FLIP!!!'' If you are part of the 5% that would do this then copy and paste.

93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile.

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.

Then one night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

Hey, as of this moment, on 5/3/2018, I have officially made my own pro pic. Sure, its not the smiling Joker anymore but I think I'll stick with this pic since I drew it meself! Uh-huh, oh yeah, Killed Streak has its own art and baby it looks delicious! (As if I'll eat my own art . . . I'll try that out later.) Anywho, the stories are coming along . . . very slowly. I have the plans planned out, literally -- I have the entire thing listed out on how it'll go but I don't have the time.

If there is anyone to blame for my long away time its me. I can't find any time to continue any of my story, but hopefully summer might open some moments for me to get things done . . . if the job doesn't get in the way. "Le Sigh." says me.

7/31/2019

Log one:

Here's a little advice for you kiddos surrounded by darkness and despair.

You can cry and holler for help all you like, knowing that darkness is here. You can mope or lose hope as the saying goes for those who are drowning. You can build a wall or a cure just to make sure it is all good up in here! Or . . . my favorite, you can pretend it don't exist, lie to yourself that you are fine and okay.

Bad news, kids! It's coming for ya, and there's no avoiding it! When you grow up, with dreams as bright as the sun and as gay as a rainbow (No shame to that, yo), prepared for it will come and snuff it out! And when that happens, what can you do?

Two things that I have found works for me:

One, you can learn from it, burn that experience into your soul and it will ignite the very fire that the darkness put out. Fan the ember until inspirations grow from every nook and cranny you could find, and watches as the fume will carry your wing like and hot air balloon and soar you into the sky.

Or two, my absolute favorite, you can embrace that darkness as it approaches you like tidal wave of depression eager to give you a face hug which it will do with such vigor and zeal it can be considered fiery passion in the most twisted of senses! Once that starts, you can pick yourself up from the initial hit and get ready for more on its way. If you're eager enough, you can dove into it and just drown yourself into disappointment and self-hatred, watch as negativity churns and fester within your very being. Let the toxicity of doubt flow through your veins and pump into your heart then carry it up to your mind. Drunk yourself of it! And watch as you absorb the waste around you and let it build up like a pulsing sewage overflowing your inside. Watch as your body tires out from all the inner turmoil and outer problems! Feel your numb body begging and pleading for the sweet release . . . of death.

And then . . . grow from it. You take it all in. Like metal being tossed into the fire then bought out to be hammered into shape, you will walk out from the furnace burning with all your emotions you have kept inside. If you have managed to contain it and haven't snapped to its weight, then you can swim in fire, walk on water, and even harden your resilience to the world we live in. Like patient getting a flu shot, you have to get sick immune to it.

In my opinion, pick number one. It's less complicated.