AN: Hey… Piroko here. Yes, I changed my name. I decided that "Torn" was too dramatic and would be more of a name you'd use in an online FPS (First Person Shooter). Do not worry, for I remain the same person I always was. I would've created a new account and made a new pen name, but those bothersome pests that run require that you wait for about a week until you can use your account. Seeing as how I'm not one with a whole lot of patience, I decided to keep the pen name and just use the one I created. Yes, I do realize that "Piroko" is more of a feminine name, but that's never stopped me before. A lot of my friends see me as a girl anyways, so I just go with it.

Anyways, I apologize for having no fanfic or depressing poetry for you this week. You see, my brain's been on the fritz recently and it hasn't slowed down long enough for me to finish a poem (I did happen to start one, but I refuse to post unfinished work). So, instead of just leaving my beloved readers (because apparently there are so many of you out there, and if so, why don't you review!?!?!) with nothing to read, I decided to create a pointless, pretty off-topic, rant-like page that we can all enjoy while I pick up the remaining pieces of my mind. I hope it doesn't bother you that I've decided to lighten things up and post something random like this, and if it does, then I'm not forcing you to read it.

That being said, I'd like to welcome you to a little slice of my world…

"There is no such thing as 'writers block'. Only caffeine deficiency."

-Shayne Liess (adapted by Piroko)

::Scene opens to a 14 year-old boy with shoulder-length black hair tied up in a ponytail. Wearing blue jeans and a black T-shirt, he sits at his computer, typing away as usual.::

Piroko: sigh "Can't think of anything to write... Need more caffeine…"

::Raven enters::

Raven: "Are you done with that poem yet?"

Piroko: "Do I look done? You wanna write this stuff?"

Raven: "Um… no. You're the one with the brilliant idea to start this fic in the first place, don't pin this on me. This is your fault."

Piroko: "Then explain to me just why I feel obligated to update this every week."

Raven: "Dunno. You're fic. It's not like anyone reads this anyways. You're just posting, hoping that someone, somewhere, might actually find this and just be bored enough to read it."

Piroko: "Yeah… sad… but true. So, gonna help me finish this poem?"

Raven: "Now why would I do a thing like that?"

Piroko: "Because this fic's about you?"

Raven: "Or I could not help you and watch you suffer."

Piroko: "Or you could do that… and I could decide to dismantle the fic and delete all my work and become just another mindless gamer who sits at his PS2 all day and plays Soul Calibur 2 for weeks on end."

Raven: "Your life. Do with it what you like."

Piroko: "So you don't care at all. And I'm writing this because….?"

Raven: "You feel obligated to post this for fans that don't exist."

Piroko: "Just making sure you were listening."

Raven: "Have fun. I'll be around. If you need any more guidance… don't come looking for me."

::exit Raven::

Piroko: sigh "Stupid writer's block / caffeine shortage. Grrr… oh well, when bored… AIM."

::launches AIM::

Ancient of Faith has signed on

Piroko: h3y.
Ancient of Faith: What's up?
Piroko: nm. I need j00 to read something.
Ancient of Faith: k
::Ancient of Faith is away::
::Ancient of Faith has returned from away::
Ancient of Faith: wow. What was that for?
Piroko: No reason. Just need something to keep the fic updated.

(and yes, that was taken from an actual AIM chat log.)