Call me Sigma, sir, your lordship, or... Sig, if you're a friend, but otherwise I shall let loose the hounds of hell to drag you into the deepest bowels of the underworld for calling me Sig. Not kidding, I know a girl (she will literally steal your soul) who works in the tar pit kennels.

Me? ...well, what would you like to know? Merely ask and you shall receive some form of answer.

Professional side-note: Been offered a position as a warlock... considering it.

Oh, and yes I know I'm terribly late on...well pretty much every dang story on the books. I go through these periods of inflection where I spend far more time thinking about stories and their respective universes than I do reading or writing. It is a paradise and a hell in one. But despite the delays you should be happy I am thinking about the universes, giving more depth to otherwise weak or flimsy characters and story points. Or you can storm the Bastille with pointy weapons, that works too...

I just realized I might be utterly mad, if you read the end of this profile you'll probably agree. If you don't, maybe you are the mad one... ???

To anyone wondering about the penname LordDreadSigma, here y'all go:

(to all others: skip to the line-break. You have been warned)

Dread: the Dread are a five billion year old autonomous military order of shape-shifting reptilian cyborgs lead by the Dread Lord, who unlike the rest of his soldiers has been around for the entire 5 billion years while expanding the territory of the Grand Republic (the actual government consisting of trillions of members from thousands of different species) across tens of thousands of galaxies.

The Dread all wear the uniform of the appearance of the very first Dread the Veridians, a reptilian race that created the original Dread as super-soldiers to fight in their numerous civil wars. Eventually the various Veridian governments were united under one banner and the Dread were put in cold storage. Not long after the Veridians began exploring the universe and came upon a hostile species, they called upon the Dread, modifying them with new tech and adding to their numbers, to fight in the war. However as Veridian space expanded they came in contact with several species, many aggressive. And again the Dread were called upon several times, being refrozen after each war ended.

But the terrible truth is the Dread were conscious in their slumber, trapped until the next brutal war. Eventually the Dread refused to be refrozen, spread across most of Veridian space in the largest military compounds the Dread held the military hostage. Their only demand was to be given autonomy and be allowed to protect the Veridians their way. With the approaching enemy forces the government gave in. The war was won by the Dread and then they left Veridian space and took up post on the border to head off any invaders that might come. There the leader of the rebellion, the soon to be renamed Dread Lord, set down the Protocols of Dread; the laws by which all dread are held to follow without question. Lacking years of inaction in cold storage they were now able to constantly expand their numbers and evolve their tech, vastly improving their semi-artificial bodies and making them a more well organized and established force in war.

With the Dread now heading the defense of the Veridian, their society underwent several changes, including a shift to a more peaceful breed, since the wars were usually ended before their enemies ever reached them. They began forging alliances, eventually forming the Veridian Republic, consisting of several governments adsorbed into that of the Veridian. As this progressed the Dread were rewarded with the tech and minds of these new acquisitions... even accepting non-Veridian members into their order, but it remained very much a Veridian club. The nano-tech that was primarily used to fit their artificial components to their organic ones was now being researched for far more possibilities, primarily repairing damage more quickly and increasing life-span.

Ever expanding the Veridian Republic became known as merely The Republic, as Veridians were becoming fewer in number compared to the other species that were making up their society and government. The Dread also were granted the ability to shape-shift with the introduction of bio-synthetic pico-tech, hyper small machines partially constructed of organic materials. This advancement allowed for other species to join and still look like the original Veridian Dread, this is when the Dread gained an official uniform in the form of the Veridian body and it has remained as such ever since.

Given the newer much longer lived cyborg status of the Dread terms of service needed to be set. Foot-soldiers were set to 5,000 years, after which they would retire surrendering their tech allowing them to age normally and die in their birth skins as it became known to non-Veridian Dread members. Dread Knights, officers commanding the troops on the front, would serve up to 10,000 years. Inquisitors, divisional commanders, 50,000 years. Finally Lords of Dread, who held command over all Dread inside their section of Dread space, held for as long as the Dread Lord allowed, the longest to date being 197,000 years. The Dread Lord himself had been around since the rebellion, kept alive by radical nano-tech treatments that were painful and costly procedures that only he undertook, for the sheer pain sent others to simply serve as long as their bodies would allow, until the introduction of bio-syn pico-tech that is. He never retired, and held on to his post to keep order in this military force as long as he could... some would call this crazy or selfish, but since they've been around longer than any other force or government, the some can draw whatever conclusions they want, but what works works.

During their expanse, with the new shape-shifting abilities, the Dread Lord ordered that scouts infiltrate societies on worlds outside the mighty veil of Dread space in order to discern potential threats or allies. Much knowledge about countless societies was learned and used to find new members for both the Dread and the Republic. The observation of other worlds became an immense part of the Dread, they would often send observers to worlds in galaxies they hadn't even arrived in yet, such was their curiosity. They were not permitted to aid these worlds with their powers, they were there only to observe. They were not the police of the universe, only the defenders of the Republic and that's the creed they would hold to...mostly.

Enemies were also found, but the intelligence gained allowed for easier victories. Though as the Dread evolved into more and more powerful warriors with near god-like powers and experience to wield them, victories were hard not to achieve.

That is until they came to face the Hida'al, a species of energy beings inhabiting metal suits. The Hida'al were a cruel slaver race that had enslaved or destroyed countless worlds across thousands of galaxies. They fought with incredibly advanced tech and crushed all who faced them, until their border slammed into that of the Dread. The encounter was nothing of note at first glance; two small fleets both holding a defensive position, but the High Luminary, the leader of the Hida'al ordered an attack to dispose of those standing between them and new conquests... this proved to be disaster for the Hida'al as a second Dread fleet lead by Lord Pi arrived and obliterated the small Hida'al attack fleet. This started the legendary 5 million year war between the Hida'al War Council and the Dread. The war itself was mostly just long periods of peace followed by brutal periods of fighting, usually with massive fleet engagements and the occasional planetary war, scorching the poor world being fought upon. Most of the smaller fights were border disputes along the largest border in the known universe, small fleets would fight over star systems while the monster fleets cooked each other in dark space encounters, because the main guns on most of their ships could destroy stars. Eventually the Dread Lord and High Luminary fought in the Ner'o Galaxy... which didn't survive the encounter. This destruction of an entire galaxy prompted the leaders to sign a peace accord known as the Ner'o Armistice.

Despite the peace bitter world disputes occasionally flared up into battles, but no additional forces ever came to the aid of either force, allowing it to be settled by the might of the commanders at present. This along with a series of other special provisions were included in the treaty to allow for less destructive solutions than galaxy obliteration to various points of conflict that both would encounter while further expanding the enormous border.

As it should be expected the Veridian and many other of the early Republic's species had evolved beyond the need for physical bodies leaving behind their former territories ripe with their advanced abandoned cities and colonies. The Dread took charge of this chunk of Republic space without much protest from the current high senate. A Lord of Dread was tasked with tending the section deemed Dead Space. This lord would deal with all the remnant tech and chose the fate of the cities and monuments, weighing their importance versus the new life that was evolving on these abandoned worlds. Soon new civilizations would emerge and this Lord of Dread would have to decide how much of the previous civilizations' remnants they would get to interact with. This post was given to the most reserved of Inquisitors, chosen because they preferred not to interact with the new societies, preferring to observe them not shape them. This post is currently held by yours truly... ;)

So, if you survived that long intro then you deserve a cookie and entrance into the Dread. This is the current Rho's sector to handle so you may need to talk to her, but I could always pass along a good word or two...

But anyway, when I say -May Dread watch over you- I'm referring to the Dread Lord, the big dog of our order, and trust me he's a good guy to have in your corner. I'd say ask the inhabitants of Ner'o but you can't. xD

So, how many of you have that much backstory for your pen-name? lol

And in case you're wondering, yeah that's all from my mind so, I do own the Dread and Hida'al.

Dread: strange quotes,

“We the sleeping titan of this world have yet to show our true self. If you wish to awaken it, then by all means destroy yourself.” - LDS, about the outcasts, the socially awkward, and the 'losers'

"In the shadows of malevolence I feast upon the wicked,

so by all means indulge in sin tonight.

For come morning I shall dine.”

-Samael, former warden of Hell, former archangel of Death, currently the Bound Fallen

"Love is love, and there is no force in Heaven or on Earth that can change who we love." -?

"Ammo, ammo, ammo,

you can never have enough,

if you think you do...

you're s#!t outta luck."

- LDS, on what you need to survive zombies, aliens, or general doomsday

I also write original stories at FictionPress.com, under LordDreadSigma. This is on hold indefinitely, at least until I get the urge to go original again.

Strange Victorious thingy: Just a tiny little thing that came out of a conversation with AdamTobiasGrayson involving Jade's dislike of dolphins. It does borrow from the Dread Moon universe...enjoy :)

"If a dolphin comes anywhere near me I'll make tuna out of it." Jade snarls, responding to the invitation to the beach.
"Tuna's a kind of fish." Tori informs while reading a manual on ice spells.
With eye twitching Jade looks over growling, "...Whatever! I'll still fillet and eat it's ass."
"I think that's what it wanted you to do last time." Tori looks up with a sly grin.
Blinking Jade speaks more calmly, "...And I'm the sick one."
Tori shrugs, "What can I say you're rubbing off on me...speaking of which..." Tori looks over to Jade with a smirk...

Twelve hours later at the beach:
"Jade, what the hell are you doing?!" Tori screams as Jade releases another series of blue fireballs at a dolphin swimming near...massive pillars of steam trail the dolphin's frantic movements.
Jade barks, "I said if another goddamned dolphin came anywhere near me I would fillet it." Then releases another series of super-heated death orbs.
"That means cut not cook." Tori informs as she watches the poor mammal swim for it's life.
Jade dead stops and looks over, "...Oh." Then snarls, "Well, you should've known what I meant."
Tori merely facepalms as Andre wades over to her, "Hey, you're dating her, Tor."
With Beck laughing on the shore, "I'm glad I'm not dating her anymore." As Jade resumes her assault. Luckily it was a secluded part of the beach...though the pillars of steam might draw some attention...

This isn't normally my thing but I was reading BlissfulCloud 's profile and these were pretty funny... (note: the ones that are italicized are from BC's profile, those that are not are homegrown by LDS)..enjoy }:{)

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.

If those voices are speaking to you in the language of your ancestors, then...turn up the radio, that usually takes care of it.

If you've ever talked to yourself, copy this to your profile.

If you haven't talked to yourself, then...why in the H3ll are you here?

If you're obsessed with fanfiction, copy this to your profile.

If you aren't...you might be at the wrong site, hombre.

If, with no warning and for no reason, you have laughed during a movie part that wasn't funny, put this in your profile.

If you have ever ran into a glass door, then copy this to your profile.

If you have ever ran through any door, then I know a bald guy in a wheelchair you really should meet.

If you have ever copied and pasted something onto your profile, copy and paste this onto your profile. :p

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you suddenly remembered nine hours later and called up your friends just so you could finish it, then... you may not have friends for much longer, plus you may have brain damage-amage-amage-amage...what were we talking about?

If you have ever fallen up the stairs, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever fallen for the stairs, then...uh, I wish you and the banister luck getting that law changed. Oh, and watch out for splinters.

If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile.

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profiles.

If you are addicted to werewolves and would like to become one, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you are addicted to werewolf hunting, then meet me in Sherbrooke, Montana...we have a club.

If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have died...could you ask great uncle Louis where he buried his gold?

If you spend multiple hours each day reading and/or writing, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you support werewolf rights, copy & paste this into your profile.

If your definition of supporting werewolf rights is meeting me in Sherbrooke, then copy and paste this onto your profile.

If Fanfiction to you is what Myspace (or Facebook) is to other people, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you dream of being a cartoon sometimes, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you love chocolate, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you are in fact an alien bent on taking over the world then... I swear unending loyalty to you, master.

If you think the human identification thing when you log in to fan fiction is annoying, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you can't stand people who talk like this: "I like, can't believe, I like, chipped my manicure!!", copy and paste this into your profile.

If this has lead to an altercation in which one or more of the 'people' have been severely injured, then I would like to represent you in a court of law.

If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle some of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you actually have tried to go into a book and strangle one of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile

If you have music in your soul, post this in your profile!

If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile.

If you've ever run down an "up" escalator, paste this onto your profile.

If you've ever run up a "down" escalator, paste this into your profile.

If you have ever run for an escalator in an official election, then your mother has your pills, Thomas, see her at the main entrance.

If you think it's stupid that girls are associated with the color pink, copy and paste this into your profile.

65 percent of Teenagers spend more time watching TV rather then read. If you are part of the 35 percent who read more that watch TV then cut and paste this to your Profile.

If you have ever tried to bond with one of your pets, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever tried to teach your pet the Fusion pose, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have ever stared at a platypus and not wondered 'WTF?' happened there, then welcome to the Society of Madness.

If your SoM membership was previously revoked because of the 'Les be friends' incident, you may reapply using the new express application system. Contact Carol, not Carrol.

If you still have to think 'righty tighty, lefty loosy' when opening, well, anything, copy this into your profile.

If you think being normal is what happens when your soul dies, then you are correct. have a cookie }:)

Or if you think normal is an urban myth, then c&p.

If you are bored and like to write stuff, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you obsessively check your email almost every 10 minutes, copy and paste this to your profile

If you work better to music, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you read your own stories or profile just for the heck of it, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile. (It's 2:30, now lol)

If most of the stuff on your profile was posted around two in the morning because of too much coffee or general insomnia, then copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have ever burst out laughing about something in a book, and people look at you weird, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you can feel when one of your favorite stories just updated, then copy and paste this on your profile.

If you have ever been felt-up by a drunken pirate in drag on any day other than Halloween... pull up a chair, pumpkin, we're here for ya'.

If your first reaction to seeing a pig fly is turning to your friend and saying, "Dude, you owe me twenty bucks.", then...you simply are that awesome.

If you have ever shattered your pelvis by partying too hard, then you may need to sign this T-shirt, because you are a rock star!

If you actually read all of these because you were truly that bored, then you know what to do. };)

I hold no personal responsibility for any injuries, real or otherwise, that may have been a direct or indirect result from reading this profile...but I will lmao watching the youtube clip(s).

Completely random crap ahead (slightly more random crap anyway) :

Right so if that wasn't long enough here's a long list of my fav pairing...

...nah, just messin' with ya'. I'd never do that to y'all, especially after that whole the reason for Dread thing at the beginning there. But I will say this, I love femslash. I have these pair of femslash goggles that I seem to always be wearing... I mean the bandwidth is very narrow on them so I only see certain pairings, but I support them so hard I had to be talked out of a few alcohol induced tattoo ideas. I also support Riri and T-Swift, you know whenever they decide to stop hiding their obvious shared secret love life...

Korrasami is Canon... all according to the prophecy. Now for Rizzles and Swanqueen... muahahhaah

And now for something completely different...

Let my dreadlings dance, for they have toiled hard and deserve the night...

Torgue. Torgue! Torgue!! TORGUE!!! EXPLOSIONS!!!!

Do the Bender, Do the Bender...(you know you want to)...

...do you smell that? ...that's the scent of victory! Here's your prize... a list of stories written just for you.

-May Dread watch over you- and have a nice day }:)