"That damn Fatty screwed everything up, now everything’s mixed, and at any moment, it’s all going to hell," a blond man muttered, his hand covering his face. He stood atop a tall building, staring down at the city beneath him, burning in flames. "It’s all that damn Fatty’s fault."
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Hey guys, I’m new to writing, but I’ve been reading for about 6 or 7 years, and I thought, why not give it a try? And here I am, writing, trying to build this little space on the Internet into something eternal that’s mine. Cool, right?

Well, this might have mistakes—lots of them, actually—but we’ll improve, alright? I have some ideas I’d like to see through; hopefully, you’ll be there to read them. Take care.

Oops, I almost forgot to leave this here: p@treon.com/aragongrey. You never know—maybe some crazy billionaire will get obsessed with my stories and make me continue them. Ahh, dreaming is free. Byee~.

Test of testings