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Young Writers Society


Critiq

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About Critiq

It was a dark and stormy night when Critiq entered the world, only 30 minutes after Harry Potter. The first thing this young baby did was cast Flippendo on himself, transporting himself to Eden where he at the whole damn tree of knowledge. From that day onward he was intelligent, handsome, and a wannabe writer, with a red haired berret wearing French muse named Haylee. He wrote horrible stories at first, but he soon, by doing little to nothing, honed his talent and set upon the brick road intending to be a writer. Going the wrong way on the road, he got hit with a car, and spent so long in rehab he contemplated the whole universe. He is now writing a story about a narcissistic clown while juggling foreign relations with Darfur and impressing ladies.


Interests

Mocking everything you hold dear, writing, the ladies. You know, the usual.

Occupation

Russian Mole


You have light and peace inside you. If you let it out, you can change the world around you.
— Uncle Iroh, Avatar the Last Airbender