At a very young age I was forced to labor and sell matchsticks on every snowy evening. My parents left me because they flew to Hawaii and stayed in a five-star hotel. They left me in the hands of a ruffian named Gaston or "Brownies". I met other semi-orphan kids too who too were left by their parents to fly to San Francisco and even Las Vegas to play casino. Gaston maltreated us by giving us lots of sweets and then hiding our toothbrushes after. The result was us crying in anguish and cradling our jaw in the middle of the night. Because of that, we never smiled. We'll never forgive Gaston for that. XD

...Obviously I dream to be one of the world's greatest fibbers. But there's a reason why it's called a dream.

Err... I'm back? :3

Hello ffnet people.

I will try to revise some of my works and update. :D