I'm a gamer, that means I game. I game pretty hard. Do not add me if you do not game at least 18 hours a day for I will not care for you. Also, do not add me if you have the life of a fully functioning adult, this includes a job, a girlfriend, and a hobby. If you meet my criteria then, by all means, add me, but be warned, I might be too much for you to handle. I listen to electronic music and post about my favourite video games on internet forums such as Reddit. My parents insist that I spend some time outside every now and again, but they'll be sorry when a terrorist walks through the door and I'm not there to use my Counter-Strike skills on him. I wouldn't care for them if something happens to them anyway, I mean, they only pay for electricity, food, shelter, taxes, and pretty much everything that isn't video games. My idiot parents don't even game like me. I don't even think that they've played Final Fantasy 7 - the pinnacle of retro video games. They probably think that I play Call of Duty, hmf, I am not a casual gamer.

I'm also an anime fan, with my favourite being Wǒ Chī Chuánwěi (translation: big-breasted magical demon girl evil fighter tentacle wrestler). I also dress up as my favourite characters - namely Yè Xià Xiù Tàn Qì and, of course, Dà Túshā Cónglái Méiyǒu Fāshēngguò - at anime conventions around the world. It's a pretty big deal to me. Anime is my passion and I talk about it with my Hatsune Miku body pillow before I stick my ♥♥♥♥ inside of it and ♥♥♥ and then cry for a few hours. Again, it's a pretty big deal to me so please don't talk negatively (if there even is anything negative) about it to me, because you will be unfriended and you will be blocked. I do not make empty threats.

Another thing I do is watch a little show called My Little Pony, you may have heard of it. I wear and buy every piece of merchandise I see so when we hang out I will embarrass you to no end and you will think twice about being my friend. Scratch that, I will regret being your friend because I don't want to talk to some uncultured swine who can't even appreciate the beauty of a cartoon foal's arsehole. In fact, just last month I went out to a barn with my friends and we ♥♥♥♥♥♥ some real ponies. It was bliss and, frankly, I'm never going back to human women again. There is nothing more sexually arousing than a giant-eyed animated baby horse - an animal that ♥♥♥♥♥ constantly - having sex with my own OC (his name is Quelthor and he is the king of all ponies, I'll have you know). If you disagree with me then get the ♥♥♥♥ out of my face you unbearable piece of ♥♥♥♥. Follow me on Deviantart.

Speaking of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ animals, I am also a big-time furry. For the past 8 months I have been working on a fursuit based on my new fursona Arcadian, a steampunk airship pilot, engineer, and sensual lover. His kinks include, but are not limited to, vore, bondage, dead kids, amputees, mucus, the elderly, uniforms, traps, inflation, guro, interspecies, and a good old-fashioned hanging. Like me, Arcadian is interested in improving society and preaching my own superior lifestyle to unenlightened human-doers. Also like me, he constantly wears a nappy because I am a literal baby. I go to Anthrocon annually where I display my latest animal cosplay, make new friends, get and give tips on making your own fursuit, see the latest furry news and ♥♥♥♥ other furries at a local motel. I cannot stop myself from ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ anything that has fur on it and will do so even in public during the daytime if I need to no matter how mentally unjust passersby think I am. I do this whenever the opportunity arises. I am diseased.

I tip my top hat to you, good sir. You've read quite a lot. You're an astute literary man such as myself, are you not? Hm, good, there aren't many of our kind on the internet. You only ever find people on Twitter who type in lower case and make rear end jokes. Ugh, such a pitiful existence. Clearly, those people are not invested in the steampunk fandom like myself. Wherever I may go, no matter the time, my trusty Flintlock pistol is within arm's reach if the need to defend myself from the prehistoric Christians arises. Ah, Christians, how I loathe thee. You believe in some cloud man in the sky whereas I, an intellectual, believe in science. Early 20th century science to be exact. I have started building my airship travel company which will fly passengers in a steam-powered airship to anywhere in the world they want; so far, only three of five airships have crashed and burned. I have equipped every article of clothing and every item I own with various valves and pipes to demonstrate the superior science even though none of them require power except for two -- my steam pocketwatch, always resting in my breast pocket, and my iPhone. Always on my head are my steam goggles complete with magnifying feature. I am a man who knows how to dress, unlike the commoners who wear their, ugh, ripped jeans and those awful hoodies as they call them. I know style. I know intelligence. If only females were smart enough to agree with me, I can't see what's not to like about my handlebar moustache.

Please do not sexualise me. I am a neo-trans-multi-noncis-asexual-demi-male. I do not associate as a male. When you think about what's going on down there I am deeply offended. When refering to me, either do so by name or use my people's own unique gender-neutral pronoun 'sheim. There are many genderqueers such as myself on the internet so you should be well adjusted to us and willing to bend over backwards for my petty, ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ideals and doing otherwise makes you an anti-neo-trans-multi-noncis-asexual-demi-male, which have to be the worst kind of people out there. If you're confused about what a neo-trans-multi-noncis-asexual-demi-male actually is, and think that I made that up just to be sheltered on Tumblr and to get attention elsewhere, then I suggest that you look it up because it's pretty common knowledge unless you were living under your gender binary rock, idiot.

Also, I'm a big fan of eating my own ♥♥♥♥.