Hello all. You may address me as Howling Din. One of those fellows who worked his brain to the point where it can no longer be turned off. This led me to taking... the red One.

And do take my words at face value. All I ever needed was one.

Favorite:

Color: The orange found on the ripe rind of the fruit

Book: This big, heavy one which I used to smash a rabid coyote's skull. (Don't remember the title)

Subject: Violence, followed closely by bloodthirsty intrigue

Superhero: Bubbles

Character: Decent and upstanding

Game: Life

Gun: The one where I keep my bullets.

Joke: How could I possibly choose? The world has so many politicians...

Enemy: The one that can beat me.

Food: Cheese

Poems:

Is it possible for the world to become ugly?

Is there a faction of people, evil people, who if they have their way with the world, it will plunge into darkness and sorrow?

Is life a battle, a constant battle for its own existence? Fought against people too ignorant, or hateful to realize your side is the one of good? Are the few locked in a doomed battle against the many?

I cannot answer that with any certainty. But I am certain of one thing. I am certain that this world will always be beautiful.

No amount of blazing fire will rob glowing orange of its childlike appeal.

No amount of spilt blood will take away the color red, and its rich aesthetic.

No amount of dark periods in one's life will take away the peace darkness can bring if one is unafraid.

Itchy, uncomfortable heat will not take away the pleasure of feeling warm.

Biting cold will not take away the relief felt by cooling down.

Suffering is the agent of corruption, and happiness, the agent of purification.

The world will always be beautiful. Because as long as you are alive, you will always be able to make it beautiful.

Why does there lie a sun in the sky
And why does life grow bigger?

Why do land creatures dream to fly
Yet so very few of them differ?

Will there come a battle; a debate to unfold
In which the maladjusted will defend the untold?

Or will there be blood, violence en masse
To fully remove a cancerous history and past.

Is suffering relevant, and to be stood up and counted?
Or is the only significance in which it is never amounted...

I know that I don't care, for speeches and assertion
Nor posing nor dreaming nor the romantic version.
Not the critic, who talks with their mouth and fingers
Nor the dreamer, who cares only for feelings and zingers

Before anything can be done, any goals set
Freedom must be won. The freedom to bet.

Freedom is expensive, and must be continually held
It is the future. Where difference and reality may meld.

Project Progress:

Aliquam Orbis: Stalled

Black and Fantasia: Stalled

Marcelini: Stalled

Princess of the Swarm: Complete.

The Blue-Haired Tyrant: A Slime's Perspective: Stalled

Exile of the Swarm: Stalled