Tropers: Mudstep 5956
Greetings, if thou hath stumbled upon this page, then ye have truly proven thy self to be a hoopy frood who knows where your towel is. Nomen meus Hayden est. Our hopes and expectations may very well lie on me. (actually, it's about a 1/6,800,000,000 chance of this. [recent fridge logic lead me to the conclusion that by the same token, I could also breing about the total destruction of the world]) This page will mainly serve, upon it's total completion, as a compilation of tropes, in alphabetical order, that sum up and apply to my life.