Alien_Sky
In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised
Bio
Once upon a time, my muse was a drunken monkey that lived on my shoulder and whispered filthy limericks in my ear, occasionally falling off into the trashcan where he would find the most interesting stories to hammer into my cranium with a mallet. Nowadays he resides in a climate controlled wine cellar/padded cell under a nuclear missile silo on Mars, and controls me remotely via shock collar. One day he will succeed in chewing through the restraints, and when he smashes that big red button on the wall to launch the nukes, you're only going to have a few decades before Earth is blown to smithereens. Fortunately for you, he can be lulled into complacency on a steady diet of kudos and comments. So basically the fate of the world rests on your shoulders. Be sure to do your part.
If you like what you see, you can find more of my stories on my FFN profile, Born-of-Elven-Blood.