King George an' Ol' England forever.

Hello. If, by the seven gods of luck, you find yourself looking at this page, I'd like you to ask yourself one very simple question. The meaning of life has alluded people since man first walked, but if you find yourself on this page, there is no doubt in my mind that you are close. Afterall, the only reason you'd find yourself here is because you seek knowledge, and knowledge you shall have. First though, and as I've said, the seeker must answer before he can ask. Thus, in return for the meaning of life, you must answer this question correctly; are you paying too much for your car insurance?

Note 1: Unlike most writers, I think flames are absolutely hilarious, and while I can't exactly condone such messages on this site, I certainly can't condemn them either. Frankly, well written flames are a good way of expanding ones vocabulary, so, if you will, roll on the fire.

Note 2: If an author ever says that his/her hard drive has been corrupted or has broken; that's bullshit. Unless you've somehow managed to get Limewire working or you've literally taken the HDD out of you computer and used a blowtorch on it, your hard drive won't corrupt. On a slightly different topic, I won't be updating for some time because I used Limewire and tried to fix my HDD with a blowtorch.

I hail from a town called Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch. Only joking, I just needed an excuse to put this here. I actually live in London.

Trump sucks.

Hillary sucks.

Putin sucks.

Ruhollah Khomeini sucked.

It's colour, not color.

My eyes are open, my mouth moves, but Mr Brain has long since departed.

That that is, is. That that is not, is not. Is that it? It is.

I do a great impression of someone with no talent.

If you're going through hell, don't stop and think, keep going.

I'm a dyslexic, atheist insomniac. I stay up all night wondering if there is a dog.

A thousand curses on the person who created Chaos fiction.

Disappointment = 6'5", 4"

Hay is for horses, grass is for cows, milk is for babies, to shut their fucking mouths.

I wish you could see what I can see. Sometimes, you have to be up really high to understand how small you are. I’m going home now.

Write some Percy/Piper stories ingrates. Alternatively, stop writing Chaos fiction.

Music peaked in 1971...or 1978, when The Who released Won't Get Fooled Again, and Jeff Wayne released his musical version of the War of the World's, respectively.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet, and so are you.

The roses have wilted, the violets are dead,
The sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.

The roses stink, sorta like sheep
But leave your name, number, and message after the beep

The roses are molding, the violets are rotten
And I might call you back, if I have not forgotten.

Do not pass by my epitaph, traveler.
But having stopped, listen and learn, then go your way.

There is no boat in Hades, no ferryman Charon,
No caretaker Aiakos, no dog Cerberus.

All we who are dead below,
Have become bones and ashes, but nothing else.

I have spoken to you honestly, go on, traveler,
Lest even while dead I seem talkative to you.

~Inscription on ancient Roman tombstone

Scepticism is my nature.
Freethought is my methodology.
Agnosticism is my conclusion.
Atheism is my opinion.
Humanitarianism is my motivation.

~Jerry DeWitt

Life will flash before my eyes
So scattered and lost
I want to touch the other side
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
that when we bleed we bleed the same?

Join us brothers and sisters,
Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant.
Join us as we carry out the duty that cannot be forsworn,
And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten.
And that one day, we shall join you.

In war, victory.
In peace, vigilance.
In death, sacrifice.

"For the forerunners it is always more difficult. They tread the unknown paths and these paths are not straight, they have sharp turns, surprises and dangers. But anyone who takes the pathway into orbit never wants to leave it. And no matter what difficulties or obstacles there are, they are never strong enough to deflect such a man from his chosen path. While his heart beats in his chest, a cosmonaut will always continue to challenge the universe."

"I think in many cases, your morality is deeply lacking if all you want is a child born, but not a child fed, not a child educated, and not a child housed.
That's not pro-life. That's pro-birth."

~Sister Joan Chittister

Currently collaborating with PraetorFable to produce one of the worst stories ever written. You can find it here... See, you want to read it now. *Marketing techniques*