| User Name: | Idiosyncrasy |
| Name/Nick: | Liavara |
| Last Visited On: | Mar. 23rd, 2010, 23:30:56, PDT |
| Registered On: | January 01, 2006 |
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| Homepage: | http://www.myspace.com/liavara |
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| Biography: | Hello. I am here to tell you a story. It is a good story. It is an interesting story. It has nothing whatsoever to do with anything that might, in the future, be beneficial to your existence. It is a sad story. A tragic story. It is a story about three girls. Authors. Or wanna-be authors, depending on your standards.
One day, these girls (Ava, Adara, and Li, as they are called in the fanfic world and among some of their friends) were talking. They were having conversations that defied all logic and seemingly had no meaning and no basis in reality. They were misfits, these girls, with no point or purpose, and remain so to this day.
But they did so love to write, these poor, anti-human mutant creatures of inexplicable abnormality. And they loved anime, movies, and books. They were starved for entertainment. So they went to the computer and, while clicking the mouse randomly because it made a fun sound, they stumbled upon a website.
What a dream that website was! Stories. Everywhere one turned on this site, there were stories to be read and ideas to be had and written.
That site was called Mediaminer.org.
And from there on out, it was chaos.
This, here--this site, this profile, these stories--are the result.
Click on any of the stories to enter a world of fascinating hilarity, and do not attempt to explain any of the randomness that you read. If you wish to attempt to explain it, please write any one of us in advance and we will issue you a medical waiver. An organ donation request will be included in the waiver, as well as space to describe what kind of funeral you wish for. Cremation or burial? Roses or lilies? Would you like to have an open-casket ceremony beforehand? What is your family's favorite type of casserole, so that we may know what to send to the wake?
If you plan to try and understand our logic, please plan on answering these questions and more, because trying to understand will surely kill you.
Enjoy. Please keep your hands and feet inside the desk chair at all times, and avoid spinning in the chair, due to the strange and at times sickeningly fluffy turn our stories tend to take.
Barf bags will be available at the beginning of each story.
Thank you for visiting, and please enjoy your day on the site. |
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