I like people.
That was a joke. Haha, fat chance. I do like angry and bitter robots, though. They give me more joy than cake. 
'Kay. If I make one more refernce to Portal I'm going to have to go shoot something. 
My name is Moose. Or, at least, that's what people call me. I like to pretend it's because I'm a Canadian sterotype, but it isn't. There are literally antlers sprouting out of my head. 
Betcha you needed to know that. 
I am fifteen years of age, six foot, and I like pie. 
I hate writing. 
More than anything else, and yet I still write more than most people understand. It's likely due to the fact that both my parents and my older brother are published authors. I like to pretend my parents have expectations for me, but they don't. My mom doesn't care what I do with my life, as long as I'm happy. 
I'll be happy no short of three million dollers and a Lambo, mom. 
I'm one of those people that tells the truth to tick you off. 
Because I can. 
And there isn't anything you can do about it.