InfinityApocalypse

Greetings, strangers, deviants, friends, enemies, old dudes, young dudes, boys, girls, and others of all ages. I am InfinityApocalypse (you can thank for the name,as I lack a great deal of creativity, despite what deviations may show otherwise). My real name is hidden for privacy reasons, but I'm not very careful, so you'll probably figure it out poking around enough. Anyways, if you haven't noticed already, I have a tendency to ramble a bit, though I encourage those that get a kick out of reading the scrawl of madmen to continue onward:

I like drawing, violin, the guitar, volleyball, shooting sports, and athletic/mental challenges that don't involve a lot of running.

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Sylverfire Chapter OneHave you ever felt like picking up your alarm clock, crushing it in your grip, and throwing it out the window even though it might hit some innocent pedestrian who had the crazy idea of jogging at six o' clock in the morning? That's how I feel right now, as the annoying bee beep of my alarm clock pierces my ear drums. I smash it down and the shrill noises stop. Instead of getting up like I know I should I pull the covers over my head and turn around.
A few minutes later I feel someone shaking me awake.
"Topey, it's time to wake up!" My older brother exclaims angrily. I can tell he isn't very happy at me.
"Don't call me that!" I moan, pulling the covers over me tighter. "It sounds like Toad Pee!"
He realizes at this point that jostling me is fruitless and instead picks me up princess style, comforter and all. "Well you don't want me calling you Paz, because it sounds like spazz; but you don't want me calling you Topey because it sounds like Toad Pee? Then what am I supposed to call you?