The Reality Analyst
Welcome, friends.  You have passed the first page, for which I congradulate you.  It does start out hard to read, doesn't it?  But you have come successfully thus far, and, therefore, I have decided to reward you by speaking in a variety of languages.

Ashdatus vrasubatlat, mellon.  Du bist hier, und fuer das, I dir congradulirt.  Video tu et panton.

Okay, anyone want to guess those languages?  They were, in order: the Black Speech, Sinderin, German, Latin.  And here, of course, English.  I like languages.

But more than languages, I am a writer and an editor.  Some of my stuff is light, others mysterious, others just odd and the occational dark and overly real piece -- and those are said to be my best, much better than the humor I am occationally known for.

One way or the other, I welcome you to my site, and urge you to visit all the below places.  You may look a little sneeringly at the Science section, but, once you get past it, it really is interesting to see how time travel and going to other universes is possible.  Really.

But for now, I will leave you to whatever you will, and shall resign to watch in the mists of Vaka.
I am dark, therefore I write humour.  And dark stuff.  Yeah.
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Lookie -- I'm writing almost invisibly in a random place!  Can any of you read me?  This is for aliens, mind.  I know you're there.  'Course, I have no idea why your reading this, so that theory falls through.
There once was a land called Vaka.  It was a strange land, and no one ever went there until a small girl -- only about five years old -- discovered it.  When she went there, she saw it was very strange indeed.  There were no animals there, no bears or deer or cats, and there weren't any plants, either!  Instead, everything was a great swirling mist.  And the little girl looked at it in wonder, for it was very beautiful -- all silvery and pink and purple.  In fact, it was so beautiful, that the little girl decided she wanted to take it home with her.  So she took out a little jar and filled it with the mist, and took it home.
   The next day, the little girl took the jar to school, to show everyone the mist -- but it was gone!  The mist had all disappeared!  Everyone at school laughed at the girl, and she was very sad.  So the next day, the girl went back to Vaka and got some more of the beautiful mist, and went to show it to her classmates.  But again, it had all disappeared!
   So, on the third day, the little girl went back to Vaka crying, because everyone had teased her.  Suddenly, from the mist, a magical creature spoke to her.  It said: "Little girl, you wish to take some Vaka mist back with you.  But I can only allow you to do that if you promise not to show anyone." 
   Well, the girl agreed, and she took some Vaka mist home in her jar.  Every morning, when the girl got up, she would look at the jar, for the mist was so beautiful. 
   But then one day, the little girl wanted so badly to show the mist to a friend, she invited one over to see it.  But when the friend got there, it had disappeared!   This made the little girl cried, and she tried to run away to Vaka.  But the magical creature who lived there wouldn't let her in, because the girl had broken her promise, and had tried to show the beautiful Vaka mist to another girl.
It seems everyone has his own magical land, of sorts, and mine is called Vaka.  It is a strange world, known only from the single myth below, which was passed on from the girl in the story to me.  I, her friend, never saw the place.  But I have always known it.  It is Vaka, and it's magic calls to me.
The Science Section
It's possible
Fanfiction
Tolkien, mostly.  I have quite a few.  But, hopefully, no 'Sues and nothing to uncanon.  Enjoy.
Fantasy and Science Fiction
Here are some of my original works,
Realistic Fiction
I have been told they are some of my best works.
Poetry
Some silly little scribbles
Rants and Ravings
Well, what does it sound like?
Names:
Personalities:
Well, there is mainly me, Sayana.  Then Ann is my second (she's light) and Nienna my third (dark.) Dave is forth, but he just asks questions. Tyro the Pyro is fifth, and Qualara (Laurina) is sixth.  She's multi-realital, so can seldom show.  Depa is my side to the force, and Anja is the part of me that speaks German.  After Tyro, though, the rest seldom show up.  Oh, and my angry personality is often called Maladictus, for possibly obvious reasons.  Actually he seldom gets a name.  Strange how that goes.