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Eragon

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Oh, heck, let's see how well I remember BBC XD Um... let's see, using the letter I in brakets should make that appear as X D without the space instead of XD... if not, oh well :P

...hopefully that's coded correctly, too XD

Um, so, you're probably wondering who I am, and you have a right to know. I'm known by a few names as I had an old profile on this site, @Riverlight. I was known as Vilnius/Vil, and I will answer to those names still. I also answer to "Potato Thief," "Evil Potato," "that political guy," "the Meretican/Belecthorian dude," and "that crazy guy that placed second to Harry Hardy in the Great RevMo War of 2020."

(If memory serves correct, Harry won by less than 100 reviews; it was at that time I was introduced to review burnout and spent much time writing... and suddenly found myself a few months later with no points and having forgotten how to review. Ah, what a month!)

But enough bragging on something from years ago. You want to know who the heck I am and why I'm here. I can answer the first question; the second isn't so simple.

I'm Gandalf, and Gandalf means-- well, it means Vilnius, but also Eragon. Maybe I can't answer that. XD

I'm here to see friends. That might change when Camp NaNo begins; after all, nothing in life is set in stone.

I am the owner of the nations Meretica and Maugrym on NationStates. I am also a member of several political RPs. My Discord is The Southern Writer#8809, and it is always open. ^-^
Interests
Politics, writing, fantasy, alt-history, pad parties, limited role playing
Occupation
Writer, Newspaper Assistant Editor, Campaigner, Local Democratic Party Secretary
Website
https://nanowrimo.org/participants/hayden-j/


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien