- Invitation Status
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- Afternoons and evenings, some weekends.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Science Fiction, Post Apocalypse, Horror, Romance, Survival...
((Apachean Helicopterus demands that everyone be a military hardware.))
Apachian Helicopterus was just minding xer business when xer found xerself spinning wildly out of control!! Xer was embarrassed and blushing furiously, because xer found xerself staring hotly at a fuel tank. It was dropping in hot, oily fluids, reflecting vivaciously in the light of day. Xer was so hungry, xer couldn't take it! But Xer had to know who is it was, so Xer yells with a profuse, abject nervousness in xer tone. "IS ANYONE MIND IF EAT OIL DO I?"
Apachian Helicopterus was just minding xer business when xer found xerself spinning wildly out of control!! Xer was embarrassed and blushing furiously, because xer found xerself staring hotly at a fuel tank. It was dropping in hot, oily fluids, reflecting vivaciously in the light of day. Xer was so hungry, xer couldn't take it! But Xer had to know who is it was, so Xer yells with a profuse, abject nervousness in xer tone. "IS ANYONE MIND IF EAT OIL DO I?"