Welcome to my blog!

Hi. If you haven't read the "Introducing....." Section thingy on here, do that now, then come back and read the rest of this.


Ok, done reading now? Good for you. A big thumbs up if you actually did what I said, because there is no way I'm going to explain on here what I explained on there. Ahem. That's the cue for everyone who hasn't read the "Introducing......" part yet to go read it. NOW.


For those of you who have read it now or already, I'm happy now. If you still haven't, then you have some serious problems.

As you should already know, I'm a dragon/human hybrid. Surviving is tough sometimes, and it's always getting tougher.

Anyways, for my life in a nutshell, here I go: My twin and I were experimented on for seven years, both of us hybrids. When she didn't make it, I was replaced with her body when she was supposed to be cremated already, and so I made a clean getaway, and so they don't know I'm still alive. I lived in that building for several years before finally escaping with my laptop, which has kept me sane. Last month I met up with Evanna and the Flyers, (Jeremy, Jaime, Morgan, Gorgy and Alice) and we traveled around, now we're just, ya know, around.

And that's my life, shoved, stuffed, and packed into a tiny nutshell.

I fly...

I fly, because I can.
I try, because even if I fail, I can still try again.
They die, because it's either them or me, and I'm not giving up that easily.
The world is tough. I'm tougher.
The evil are strong. But I'm stronger.
They may have the guns and the money and the power.
But I have a will to survive that they can't even come close to understanding.
And it's that will that makes me a killer.
It's that will that means that no matter how many times you knock me down,
I guarantee that I will just get back up again.
And the only thing you've managed to do is piss me off.
So raise that gun. I dare you.
So put your finger on that trigger. I dare you.
But when you find yourself six feet under and pushing up daisies, know that that was a huge mistake you made.
Because messing with me will only lead you in one direction.
And that directions leads straight to death.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

The introduction.

Ok, so like, I'm sitting just a few feet from Evanna and the others. After I introduced myself and um, morphed to show them what I look like, I kind of relished the looks on their faces for a moment. Then I just sort of backed away and sat up against a tree with my laptop in my lap. They're talking among themselves right now. Probably trying to decide if they should kill me or what. Anyways. I'm gonna mutter on here for a while. It sure beats tearing a stick to pieces.

The fair was cool, and the concert was awesome. Children 18:3 are sooo cool. They have another concert in just a few hours, so if Evanna and the flyers decide not to like, kill me or something, I'll see if they wanna go with me. The concert isn't far from Saint Paul, where the State Fair was, and I can fly almost 150 miles-per-hour, so it would only take what, an hour to get there? I dunno. Anyways.

I have a deck of cards that I, well, lets just say I found it.... In a bag. That had a lock on it. I didn't steal it. I borrowed it for life. Without permission. Oh, who am I kidding, I stole the thing. But on to the deck of cards, I got the seven of diamonds signed by LeeMarie, the bass, the Ace of Spades signed by David, lead guitar and singer, and one of the Jokers signed by Seth, the drummer. I want sooo badly to see them again!

Oh, Evanna and the others are coming back.

I'll save this now and post it later.

Later.
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