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Okay, so this is something I'm going to try out from now on... looks fine, yah? Actually, it has something to it that makes me want to blog here. Yep. And I wasn't even kidding about it when I said that I felt something here. Hm.

So, yeah. I'll start with a mere introduction first. The name is N.Valshe, and I'm a blogger or some sort of a crazed and mentally insane girl you can find wandering on the streets. I don't bite, and plus, I don't really think you'd care if I do, so yeah, I figured I was just trying to waste my time and life away by mumbling and babbling about some non-existent features that I, uhh, have. Well, feel free to make friends with me, because I, well, don't bite.

This is the place where I'm going to start posting about daily frequent rantings and also some pictures that I have edited showing my friends and comrades in arms. I will post the pictures as banners or perhaps wallpapers and icons, and I will post them as a set. Feel free to grab one of those or just marvel over one of those if you see them, but remember; thank the photographer and the designer, and do not ever touch the credits, or you will suffer because I will use a plastic baseball bat to impale you through your beating heart.

Sounds crazy, no? Well, as I have already mentioned, I am a... rather... amusing case study. And no. I do not have bi-polar issues. I just, well, sort of enjoy teasing others with threats and nonsensical phrases of nothingness. 

As I have very much mentioned, I am a crazy psychopath, and so I write and read fan-fiction. What I write is none of your business and it shall not be disclosed to the public, for my English and plot of the fan-fiction is simply a disgrace to my very own name. If you do manage to be lucky enough to stumble across my pen-name and my fiction work, though, then yes, I shall salute you with formalities. That is only if you manage to accomplish this feat.

Alright. I shall conclude my speech here. Ahoy, mate. Check back soon, and if you're lucky, you'll see a completed work or two.

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N.Valshe.

Ranting for glory.