'Watching his tale with the words he unfolds
Conscience and cold we'd never know
They scream as he laughs off the dust from his eyes
These words will now learn of the dreams in his mind'

Coheed & Cambria "The Willing Well I: Fuel For The Feeding End"

My answers would disturb you. Cease asking frightening questions. ;)

Seriously, I'm a soldier in the US Army, active duty, MOS 19K/20, which means I'm a TANKER! I'm not a prolific writer (my works are too damn long for me to just pump fics out with abandon), but I've been in the editing biz for decades, almost as long as I've been into Mobile Suit Gundam and anime in general. I'm also a big geek for epics, hence the lengthiness of my stuff. I worship Warhammer 40K as a treasure trove of fluff, and Nietzsche as inspiration for my megalomania.

Back from Iraq AGAIN, survived it intact, and am getting back into the groove of not waking up to the sound of a breakfast mortar bombardment. Work proceeds back on my usual pace, which is slow as molasses and twice as sticky. I've been lax for almost two years now, and the rust is between the gears, so I'm shaking it loose with some DVDs and note-poring, and progress should resume on IVDVB as soon as I can get it edited.

One hint, though: I work faster when reviewed. ;)