Goddamn i hate this "WRITE A FUCKING BLURB ABOUT YOURSELF" pages...
So I shall start from the beginning as to why i made a fanfic acct:

It was yet another mediocre night, that of a cold sleepless atmosphere. I had recently attempted to watch a recently made war film. Through my attempts to grasp an interest in the plot of such a film, i felt myself slipping into the void of my imagination, where I archived a dream that haunted me for majority of the day. I was sitting in my room on an overcast afternoon, nothing special. A possible Russian blue cross breed of cat sat at my door, staring at me. It slowly turned as if signalling me to follow as it strutted out towards the living area... and follow it i did. As I entered the living area there was a kind of abstract feeling about the room, a kind of unfamiliarity about it, as if something had been altered or re-arranged despite its identical appearance to what i remember to be the living area. I heard a kind of quiet, unnatural whimper coming from behind the bench that separated the living area from the kitchen. I hesitated following curiosity as the whimper continued to reach for me. I noticed the cat had vanquished from sight. The whimper intensified into a kind of pitched whine. Though the sound made me uneasy, I had to know its source. I moved to the kitchen to find a girl, roughly my age, malnourished and swaying in kind of a fetal hunch. Her cries became agonizing to endure. I was naturally freaked the fuck out, yet still moved closer. I was to say something, probably an attempt to ignorantly calm the girl for the sake of answers, but as I inhaled for the first word, she stared directly at me. Silent. Her eyes were that of hopelessness. She just started screaming, shaking her head wildly. She just kept screaming and fucking screaming. Her movements became more erratic as she rose to her feet. But there was something different about the tone of her screaming. what was a terrified high pitched wail, became a more stretched growl of rage. Her eyes never left mine. The hopelessness in them was flushed out by a possessed fixation. She began to sweat as if the room had been set alight. Shut the fuck up! The room went pitch black and the screams became that of a faint echo. The eyes still stained my memory out of the darkness.

I returned to reality to find the credits rolling up the isolated TV screen. I hit the power button on the remote. The empty room added an eerie context to the recent memory. The clock blinked 12:15 so I figured sleep wouldn't be such a bad idea. I navigated my way through the darkness until i reached my room and stared at the nothing for a moment. Tiredness had left me. Pass the time, fight the boredom. I switched my bedroom light on. The room remained in its messy state, just as i left it. I looked directly at the shine in the plastic of my laptop that laid upon the couch segment I stole from the lounge room. I sat on the couch segment and rested the laptop on my lap. It flashed up with its login screen. I typed my magic jesus password (no, the password is not 'magic jesus') and the machine loaded my personal setting predictably slow. After patiently waiting about 2 minutes, I opened the web browser and typed the fagbook address. After chatting notoriously to my various friends, I remembered one friend whom I haven't spoken to for a decent 4-5 months or so. She had no fagbook account nor was she subscribed to any other social networking site under an alias i was familiar with. It took me about half an hour before realizing she spoke to me back in the day about uploading one of her short stories to fanfiction.net. So I browse fanfic for her name and find no results. Another goddamn alias. A vague memory of one of her fanfic stories she sent me all those months ago came into account. I typed it into the search bar only to find a shit-tin of results all starting, ending and containing the fucking title of her story. Still I scrolled down the intimidating list until I found a rather familiar introduction... and with that for an alias, i knew it was her.
So I created a fanfic account, verified the email only to get some anti-spam shit about not being able to contact other members until after 24 hours.

And thats why I was compelled to create such an account...