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Pyro Skittle is a huge fan of Anti-Shurtugal (jee, wow, ya think?!) and enjoys skittles (again, wooooooooow...) and is a Pirate and is mostly a lurker with too many opinions.. Pyro Skittle is female, thankyou, and will tear anyone a new one given prompting. Really, punk. Go on. TRY and mess with me. I'll go into detail for your abysmal excuse of a brain to be able to adequately understand what I'll do if you anger me. There will be lead injections into places that would get sore and limp with such an amount of metal in them. I'll resist the urge to type 'Hur hur hur, guess where THAT is' because it SHOULD be obvious. Unless, of course... eh, I don't need to finish that sentence. Did I mention the magnets, btw? Yes... idiot torture would not end there...
In other words, HUG ME!! I ARE SQUISHY!!
I am a huge fan of Diablo II, having been raised on it, and most of my personal writing reflects the medieval swords and magic setting, but with "class". IE, more focus on characters than macguffins and quite a lot of ingenious (if I may say so) traps instead of demons to smash up. Oh, and actual strategy to army battles. You see, I am also a fan of Rome:Total War and the Barbarian expansion. :D
Other favorite video games are Devil May Cry (The original and the third, haven't played the fourth and the second dragged on too much for Miss Attention Deficit... Ooh, Shiny! here,) and The Sims 2, although EA has betrayed me with their huge RAM requirements and sneaky-evil Secu Rom. Which is why I only own the Sims 2 and the expansions up to Seasons. Currently my computer decided to be way too overloaded for me to play any of it correctly and crashes with only the base game installed.
I also love webcomics, and currently follow Least I Could Do, Looking for Group, Girl Genius, Misfile, Questionable Content, El Goonish Shive, and Brat-Halla. I found the last five of those through this website. I also check out I Can Has Cheeseburger and its attatched websites regularly, and I despise squirrels with a passion. They're plotting with the penguins to take over the world. Speaking of taking over the world, I am in the process of writing a webcomic to later be drawn where there will be a government conspiracy and metahumans. Fun will be had with evil genetic expirements gone wrong. IOW cuddly despite their disgusting fangy wrinkly bald fugly imp-monkey-midget appearances. There will also be a puppy, a Russian with a mullet that will have many Dropped a Bridget on Him moments played up for laughs as he thinks trannie strippers are hot before he notices the Running Gag, an Emotionless Girl Glass Cannon with a weaksauce weakness and an odd personal quirk where she can be Hot Blooded at the same time as her The Quiet One personality is in full force, a rich geek that's kinda like Jason Bourne and Bruce Wayne (with a big minus-F on the baddasery grade) that owns an evil company and is getting manipulated by everyone but the mutant-group, and even then it's debateable if they're manipulating him or not, a Native American biker chick specifically designed to be The Scrappy so I have a clear go-to-girl to kill off in an Alas, Poor Scrappy-Dropped a Bridge on Him before a hiatus, a ninja in a long blue scarf for the necessary cliche, and a Tsundere black chick.
My Crowning Moment of Awesome (as of now there are actually a total of four CMoAs on the Troper Tales,) is up for view on the Troper Tales page and I have a smaller crowning moment that is unrelated to that where I showed up my brother as he was playing DMC. You see, I had not gotten a chance to play it before he had to go through the statue level, and I read the riddle and guessed what he'd have to do after he tried looking for a key. My guess took twenty seconds, he had been at it for some thirty minutes with no luck. I think I posted it somewhere here, too. Eh.
I have a strange ability to be able to type 90 words per minute with one hand, due to constantly having my lap full of obtrusive large things when I'm at my computer, such as but not limited to a 65-pound wiggly boxer dog, an accoustic bass, sleeping children that I'm babysitting, backpacks full of schoolbooks (upwards of fifteen,) before I leave to turn them in for the summer, dirty laundry that my father is making an example with by forcing me to carry it around until I finally give in and clean them (he lost that bet due to my headstrong nature- 4 hours of smelling my socks and he gave in and told me to put it in the laundry room for my mother to clean later,) and the most random thing I've had to hold in my lap whilst typing one-handed would have to be an aggresive 6-foot ratsnake trying to cut off circulation in my chest and wrist while I was looking up "snake behavior" on google.
He was my 16th birthday present from my brother. He's calmed down, although the 65-lb boxer does not like him. Or her 70-lb sister. Or the very small cat that was hunted for a short time before I shooed her away for her own safety. Or my father, who regularly threatens to make a belt out of him. Then I tell him it's the same as me threatening to make a jacket out of the dog's hide and chew him yet another new butthole for threatening one of my pets.
I've also owned goldfish and a large plecostymous coming on two years now, since they're the only fish I can keep alive other than bettas. It may have something to do with the fact that they're close to my office and therefore I remember to feed them everyday. How the pleco survives, much less gets a half inch longer every month with a broken light and no algae growth in a ten-gallon tank for the past 18 months, I'll never know, but if I found out I'd sell the secret to make a fortune in weight loss and height gain.
Anything else? Oh yeah. Practicing Christian, pirate, and all-around ex-Perky Goth who had severe anger issues in her youth and now gives everyone she walks up to a hug hello. Being tall and sometimes threatening-looking depending on the light and if I'm not wearing pastels (which I generally don't, wardrobe consisting of flannels and blouses of the green, black, and blue variety along with many ripped jeans,) this severely surprises most of my teachers and many people that soon think I'm as amazing as Skittles and Sprite. They aren't exactly wrong, either, because Skittles and Sprite is delicious.
Back to me, my personal style has been described as a "mix between buisness-casual and skater chick with extra eccentric on the side". I've also once lifted a 348 lb man at the age of 14 because he said he was so fat no one could pick him up. I then got 20 bucks. I literally have a candy stash in my room, instead of porn or drugs. An entire drawer in my desk is dedicated to the consumption and safekeeping of skittles, chocolates, and various minty bubblegums. Currently the entire 5" by height 7" width by 13" length drawer is filled (evenly) 4 and 1/2 inches high with skittles. The chocolate melted and I used the minty bubblegum whenever I got sick-person cat-breath in the morning, so now I'm out of that. I have a treasure chest in my room, but do not have enough candy stashed as of yet to glorify filling a 13" tall 15" wide 18" long chest with them, and I have far too many drawers as of yet that literally have nothing in them, so I can't use it for clothes. I'm considering building an escape hatch through the floor underneath it, but currently lack funds for said project. Unfortunate.
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