A wise man once told me, that in life, the only thing that matters is your ability to move, shoot, communicate and commit savage acts of violence with your chosen weapon system - whether it be your rifle platoon or your standard issue weapon system.

I joined wattpad when I was just a kid. I helped contribute to the cesspit of shit that's ruined the reputation of this site.
I still cringe at the things I wrote, and out of my embarrassment, deleted it all.

I look back on it all and laugh at my innocence.
I remember writing a crappy book about how the UK gets teleported to the world of Remnant and gets invaded by atlas for some reason... That crappy little fic got ten thousand views. I still don't know why it did so well. 

I'm all grown up now, and moved on to other things. You can expect me to no longer be active on this account.