Hey all, I am the Dark Feenux, or Fee if you like.

My first story (and only so far) on here is Why We Live. I still haven't figured out why I called it that, so don't expect any connections lol. I already have most of this story planned out, as well as the last two chapters.

I don't update very quickly as I let my brother and fellow author Cir (Mr Light Chicken Bulbs) proofread it for me and help me with ideas.

I like writing longer stories compared to mini fics or oneshots, so that's what to expect out of my stories. If I do write a oneshot, then I feel like writing one.

I will write DBZ stories, seeing as I'm really only interested in those... FullMetal Alchemist is just too good to mess with :). I like drama, horror, action and adventure stories, so that's what will be written, and a wee bit of humour. Everyone needs humour. I spell things my way, the Canadian way, so if there's ''u'' in a word that usually ain't there, thats why. And I just learned that we have a spellcheck on here, and I know I misspell a few things, so I think that will end shortly.

Likes: Linkin Park, System of a Down, Evanescence, A7X, Three Days Grace, green, Brad Delson, Chester Bennington (NOT the same Chester in WWL, just love the name), my online games (REIGN OF BLOOD!!), horseback riding, art, Sweeney Todd and V for Vendetta

I play my beautiful Ibanez GRG170DX blue guitar and my other pretty Fender Squier blood red M60 which is not on the Squier website gasp (last time i checked)! And also my brand new awesome guitar, a silver Ibanez AX125BK with drop d bridge, and its not on the Ibanez site either. :(

Dislikes: country music, control freaks, pink, untying the braids in horse's manes (very annoying when they keep moving!) and... losing haha I'm very competitive.

Little fun fact: All of the chapter titles in WWL are actual songs that are my inspiration for each chapter, if you didn't figure that out already. So if you want to feel the mood I feel for the chapters, you'll have it with the songs. Some of the lesser known songs are Mushroomhead's Kill Tomorrow, Adema's Unstable and Evanescence's Lacrymosa. If you ARE familiar with these songs, then good for you. They rock!

I like to be critiqued. I like to have feedback as it shows me what to improve on. But if I don't like what you're saying... too bad. I won't change much lol. It seems as though I don't have much of it though with WWL, so I'm pretty happy that I'm on the 'write' track haha that is so horrible... ;) Thanks to all who have put it on alert and review so nicely. It gives me a fuzzy feeling hehe.

I may only write WWL on here, and my rest on fictionpress.com once I get an account there and start writing my other ideas. WWL is actually a story I thought of and changed the names and setting for DBZ. It may get too hard to make them fanfiction sooo why not make them real fiction instead :) So I'll post my penname on here once WWL is done.

Fav Quotes from... everywhere! (Red vs Blue is amazing for quotes)

My ego is the reason why I get so many headaches. Growning pains. - Rembrandt Vittero (friend)

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. - Moulin Rouge

Fee: (looking around the house for our parents) Where are the parental units?
Cir: Paretal units: terminated.

He'd be able to hug his son again! Have sex with his wife! Hopefully he keeps them in that order - House

Caboose: Ooh! Can I come?
Church: No.
Caboose with decreasing volume: What if I'm really, really quiet?

Operator: To mark this message as urgent, please press 11..
Church: There is no eleven you fucking whore!

That thing is moving at like two miles a minute! - Simmons (zooms out to watch windmill, it passes by 3 seconds later)

Tex: This is a long-range weapon, okay? I need distance to use it effectively.
Tucker: Where were you planning on shooting him from, the fucking moon? If you'd have backed up any further you'd have had to mail him the bullets!

Utilizing the power of the Grif Cannon, we make a Grif-sized hole in the outer wall!... or we paint it a very disgusting color. - Sarge

Church: So how are you doing Caboose? Are you following any of this whatsoever?
Caboose: I think so. That guy Tex is really a robot... and you're his boyfriend. So that makes you... a gay robot.
Church: ...Yeah. That's right. I'm a gay robot.

Church: Me and Tucker will go through the teleporter, and cut him off at the pass! Tucker, you ready?
Tucker: There is no way I'm going through that thing
C: Tucker, we don't have time for this! Why would they give us a teleporter if doesn't work?
T: I don't know! Why would they give us a tank that nobody could drive?
C: We already tested the teleporter, remember?
T: We threw rocks through it!
C: And? So? The rocks came out the other side, didn't they?
T: Yeah, but they were all hot, and covered in black stuff.
C: So this is what this is all about - you're afraid of a little black stuff.
T: Yes, I am. I am afraid of black stuff...

Cartman: Don't call me fat, you fucking jew!
Mr. Garrison: Eric, did you just say the F-word?
Cartman: Jew?
Kyle: No, he's talking about "fuck". You can't say "fuck" in school, you fucking fat-ass!
Cartman: Why the fuck not?
Mr. Garrison: Eric!
Stan: Dude, you just said "fuck" again!
Garrison: Stanley!
Kenny: Fuck!
Garrison: Kenny!
Cartman: What's the big deal? It doesn't hurt anybody. Fuck-fuckety-fuck-fuck-fuck.
Garrison: How would you like to go see the school councelor?
Cartman: How would you like to suck my balls?
Garrison: What did you say?
Cartman: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Actually, what I said was... picks up a megaphone HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SUCK MY BALLS Mr. Garrison?
Stan: Holy shit, dude.

Finally, a man worth killing - Cedric from King Arthur

V: Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Evey: Are you like a crazy person?