OFUFF CHAPTER ELEVEN IS UP!

Yes, the eleventh chapter of the Official Fanfiction University of Final Fantasy is up! You can have a look at the horror- Sephiroth! Sentient jeans! And whose turn is it to give Jenovaa bath?- simply by following this path up the Nibel Mountains to the University campus. Give the Moogles some kupo nuts, and they won't injure you. Most likely, anyway.

THE FOUR W'S OF MORRIGAN, THE NIGHTMARE QUEEN

(Who? Watchamajigger? Whoa? What the heck?)

Who am I? Who is Morrigan, the Nightmare Queen? Good question. Mug shots and mirrors will tell you that I'm 5'9", sturdily built, and Russian-looking, with short, dark hair (ends curly after a truly failed perm), gray eyes, and one ear that's slightly squashed. I have many habits, none of which make for interesting reading, and I have many hobbies and extracurriculars, which do- mainly because they include: costume making and weapon designing (the crossbow's in note form at the moment), art (I write and illustrate a two-page weekly comic strip for the school newsletter), writing, beta-reading and editing, practical self-defense, and- I kid you not- Egyptian belly dancing. Do I sound like a Mary Sue yet?

But I'm not: just a 17-year-old high-school senior with waaaaay too much on her plate. The comic strip, Life after Death, is the primary vampire sucking on my appointment calendar; I began it a year ago as a way to fill up two pages in the school newsletter, but ever since I started having an actual storyline for it, my free time went out the window. It's fun, but bloody tough.

Despite my tendency to use British slang and German expletives in conversation, I'mone hundred percent home-grown stubborn American. And that's not always fun- I'm the only Republican in my entire school, hell, in my entire zip code, and I catch a lot of abuse for that. I try to keep my politics out my friendships, though, because otherwise things just get far too complicated and ill-felt for my liking.

Oh, yes, and I'm currently taking upwards of 300 milligrams of antipsychotic medication to suppress an inherited genetic disorder that occasionally drives me into spats of unhinged rage. It's the reason I spent half my freshman year homeschooled, and why I prefer to make friends online, where they can't see me twitching and grinding my teeth.

OK, enough about me. How're you doing?