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  • Ages 18–22
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Last Online
Nov 15
6′ 4″ (1.93m)
Body Type
Mostly vegetarian
Agnosticism, but not too serious about it
Scorpio, but it doesn’t matter
Dropped out of university
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Has dogs and has cats
English (Fluently), Japanese (Poorly), Finnish (Poorly), Icelandic (Poorly), Korean (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I folded several versions of my "Bio" text body into a single body.
Right now, it has some redundant sections, which I will eventually
get around to eliminating.

While some sections are redundant, it's still better than having
multiple versions in different places.

Please note: Since I wrote these Bios in various moods and
with different sides of my personality showing, the tone of the text
will vary wildly. Reading it will be like riding a roller coaster.

It may contain triggers for trauma flashbacks, so do not read this
if you are emotionally sensitive to certain triggers.

Also: This is clearly a work in progress, and may be updated
many times before becoming stable. Some of these passages are clearly
out of date by YEARS. So if there's some internal inconsistency,
that is why.




My name is Coyo. My legal given name is Alex, but a name given to you
while you're a misshapen fat grubworm means nothing. A true name is
chosen by you for yourself, after developing a functional brain.

I like building things, and I'd rather be a starving sculptor that
builds awesome functional works of art, such as beautiful engines and
vacuum tubes, than a starving cartpusher for Walmart. I don't want to
be a wageslave. I can't live on minimum wage, especially at part-time.

All employers are refusing to hire full-time because of single-payer
healthcare. As a result, the closest thing to full-time is a 36-hour
workweek. I get in a lot of trouble if I end up working enough extra
hours to approach 40.

Anyway, I like building things, and I plan on building awesome things
for a living and selling them at conferences, conventions, festivals,
faires and concerts. Anywhere you can have a table, artist's alley or
dealer's den, you can offer beautiful steampunkish engines.

Unlike many creations you'll find on Etsy and the like, I do not
simply take a mass-manufacturered old vacuum tube and wrap metal
around it and call it a work of art.

I build the vacuum tube itself from scratch, crafting the metals,
glass bell and everything by hand, including etchings and cut glass to
decorate each vacuum tube, then include these handmade vacuum tubes in
a larger engine, such as a wood-fired steam engine that uses vacuum
tubes to rectify the generator's AC output into DC, to feed handmade
capacitors, and then invert from DC back into standard AC
which can be used to power standard appliances, including laptops,
phones and other fine electronics.

Tube rectifiers and inverters are awesome. How an inverter basically
works is that an oscillator generates a signal at the right frequency
for inversion, and then this signal is amplified greatly
using the DC current. This amplified signal becomes a sine wave
powerful enough to drive appliances.

I was considering going back to school, but then I remembered why I
hate colleges so much. They are cruel, greedy bastards, who want you
to dance to their tune, register and enroll well ahead of time, their
professors are assholes who merely teach you what's in their
ridiculously overpriced textbooks, defeating the purpose of having a
living professor do their job and profess to you what isn't in the

Books are ancient technology, anyway, and by the time
anything tech-related makes it to print,
they are as many as 5 years out of date, because
even without a centralized clearinghouse acting as gatekeeper, it
still takes a very long time to publish, distribute and deliver the

Even with self-publishing and ebook delivery, writing, editing,
compiling, the whole process of authoring and publishing still takes
a very long time. Why bother? Most people don't have the space, money
or time for books. In this modern day and age, rather than learning
from books, interactive games are the future. Games can be both art
and education, and can train real world skills and knowledge while
taking relatively little time and is competent at capturing limited
attention spans.

Anyway, with the advent of things like Khan Academy, WikiBooks,
HackADay and online tutoring services such as TutorVista at affordable
prices, there is no need for colleges. These so-called "places of
higher learning," are as ancient and crumbling as the dusty
crumbling walls they are contained in.

I don't need to pander to and beg colleges to pass their stupid
torch to me. I don't need them. Besides, any true genius worth their
salt would be held back by formal curriculum anyway. All the truly
talented ones are all self-taught, or autodidacts. Why? Because
the formal education system is a complete failure. They only take up
valuable space.

I've considered seriously attempting to get a higher-paying job from
a company like Google, Starbucks, Walmart or McDonald's, but after
enduring an entry-level position, I have decided against it after all.

The system is a complete failure, every component is malengineered and
incompetent. The only viable path is to start my own organization and
let its obvious superiority in every imaginable way speak for itself.

Actions speak louder than words, and I am a man of action.


Coyotama, (Alex Maurin) is a digital rights/information freedom
activist, a youth and animal rights activist, and a budding

The human Alex regularly interacts with a close-knit clique
of friends, and is currently putting together paperwork for
the multigigabit active ethernet FTTP broadband ISP known as
Ferorum, Inc..

(This is dated.)

:: Life is short! Play more!

Fair warning is here given: I am not neurotypical in any way, shape,
form or fashion. Do not expect normality from me in any sense
of the word, if that even exists in this unforgiving world.

They say I'm really hard to miss if I'm in my element, since
I radiate enthusiasm like a corona of iridescent light.
I tend to glow when at my best, and everyone feels it,
whether they like it or not.

I am a turbulent thunderstorm of emotion and ideas, and I draw people
to me with an irresistible compelling will. My passion, empathy,
joy and suffering affect everyone around me.

I am also known to be a very sweet, empathic and caring person,
possibly overly concerned with others, since I have a bad tendency
to pile my plate too high, and run myself into the ground.
I tend to drag cuties out of loneliness and depression.
I've saved countless cute guys from suicide.

When excited, I'll literally bounce on my toes, grinning
from ear to ear, and my enthusiasm is infectious, billowing from me
like a thrumming tidal wave of kinetic force, pounding
into your bones. You can usually get me in this mode by prompting me
for some of my better ideas and inventions.

My friends say that I am:

"bouncy, cute, charismatic, overwhelming,
charming, funny, beautiful, interesting, entertaining, expressive,
extroverted, dramatic, silly, smart, gifted, intelligent, and

My enemies say that I am:

"stubborn, idealistic, unrealistic, unstable,
flighty, shallow, irresponsible, insecure, manipulative, arrogant,
and slutty."

My primary care physician and psychiatrist both tell me I'm a genius
and that I should definitely become a medical doctor like them,
and want me to do my residency (a bit like an internship) with them.

Short term goals include getting enrolled in UTDallas majoring
in business, and getting hired by Starbucks. With any luck,
I'll one day become district manager! I could talk all day about
Starbucks, but this isn't really the place.

(This is dated.)

My ultimate dream is to build Storm Eye, an art-oriented intentional
community and cultural mecca, including a private bathhouse, several
housing cooperatives and condominium towers, workshops, music and
general art studios, research laboratories, private libraries,
game and LAN party rooms, offices, datacenters, a great hall,
an auditorium, a convention center, a medical clinic, a supply depot,
and a central kitchen and dining hall.

Storm Eye would be essentially a city unto itself, with our own
gardeners, armed security guards, clerks, administrative assistants,
maids and cooks, janitors and other support staff. We'd have a central
administrative council consisting of the most dominant individuals
managing the community, resolving internal conflicts and issues,
disciplining disobedient submissives with riding crops, and ensuring
the financial, economic, and logistical stability
of the entire community as a whole.

This may appear to be a grandiose pie-in-the-sky pipe dream
to detractors, but if anyone can do this, it will definitely be
none other than me.

I love egg nog, stuffed jalepenos, chips and queso, and taramisu!

I practically live in a diet of rich cream, fresh berries,
extra virgin olive oil, fresh pure fruit juice, dark green salads,
golden honey, and succulent juicy chicken. I'll occasionally have
caramel chews, butter pecan ice cream, or ghost pepper salsa,
but I usually stick to my milk, honey, and berry diet because
my overclocked brain requires the uncompromising best diet possible.

I love textual roleplay, and take it very seriously. My online persona
I use as my default character is a literal personified
natural disaster, a storm demon who can casually control the weather
and direct electrical discharges in anyone's general direction
on a whim. My character's eyes are an icy dramatic silver,
shifting and hypnotic, vaguely resembling the native-american god,
Coyote, though his fur coloration is very different.

My personality is slowly refining and becoming more discreet
and layered, and as it does, I became a lot better at self-control,
self-discipline, seriousness and responsibility.

When I fully mature, I will be devastating and unstoppable,
like the living natural disaster my family and friends know me to be.
For now, I bide my time, learning and growing, waiting for my time
to shine.


= What I am Not =

:: "Heaven is not a place, it's being with people who love you."

After having lived a life that would have broken any lesser being,
I have learned the cardinal value and importance of real friends.

My friends are the cornerstone of my existence, and the only reason
I find any reason to bother with existing at all.

Though the vast masses of humanity are wretched and content to whine
about their misery without moving a single finger
to change their circumstances, I strive to DEFINE myself by doing
the impossible, seeing the invisible, touching the untouchable
and breaking the unbreakable.

I am not a nice person, I never pretended to be a nice person.
I am no angel, a saint, or anything of the sort.
In fact, some certain individuals would consider me
a borderline sociopath. I have absolutely no qualms about fighting
an unjust system, both because it's unjust and hypocritical,
but also because the system is inconvenient to me.

I refuse to apologize for being the way I am. If you feel
you must blame someone, blame yourselves for being a bunch
of incompetent worthless scum without any redeeming qualities.

If you find this page offensive, or my ideas offensive, kill yourself.
Better yet, whine on LiveJournal, YouTube or
to your local corrupt government official, and then kill yourself.

Now that we got that out of the way, my friends and family do
love me dearly, and honestly, this existence is too much of a boring
slow torture to bother with breathing or eating if it wasn't
for my loving friends and family.

Since I'm stuck here in this worthless human body anyway, may as well
have some fun and see what experiences are worth having.

Everyone needs a hobby. Mine is insurrection in the name of Science.

My children will be guaranteed the utter best, and any female
lucky enough to earn my interest will be guaranteed to lead a happy,
satisfying, interesting and comfortable life.

Any female unlucky enough to earn my ridicule will not live
long enough to become a loudmouthed pest. I do not like shrill idiots
who do nothing but cause problems without solving any.
I'm talking to you, worthless traps, human and civil rights activists
and other so-called protesters!

You worthless scum! There IS no way to fix this system
"from the inside." You ARE the problem! Kill yourself! Right now!

Legal reform is physically impossible! You cannot make an omelette
without breaking eggs, and by eggs I mean military conquest.

There IS no elegant solution to these systemic social problems,
the ONLY viable pragmatic solution is
military conquest and coercive force.

Speaking as a Libertarian and Anarcho-Capitalist and Mutualist,
it enrages me that this is the only way, but even if I find
this approach distasteful, the alternatives are
morally unconscionable. This is the only viable way, and
I'm morally obligated to take the only viable course of action
available to me.

Do I like it? No. Do I really have a choice? No.

I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty, and play the role
of a horrible tyrant, if it means I can defeat death, disease,
hunger, cancer and AIDS.

There is no elegant solution, and I don't have time to play
stupid worthless games with the political system.
I do not have the time nor the patience to attempt reform.

The only viable solution is revolution and civil war.
Nuclear war, if it comes to it.

I work very hard to refine myself, mind and body, to be the kind
of excellence only found in fantasy novels and children's storybooks,
so I strive to be a good and loving leader and master.
I work myself to the breaking point to be like a father to my men.

A good leader and master understands very deeply the social contract,
not unlike a BDSM contract, a very complex and intricate
dominance-submission relationship.

And it IS a relationship. A master and his subordinates share
a form of intimacy very few ever have the opportunity to experience.

Leadership is intimacy. Power breeds intimacy.

A good leader is a good parent, and his children, blood or not,
adore him unconditionally. If a leader is not adored by his people,
it is because he is incompetent.

= True Measure of Intelligence =

:: "Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings."

Those among my fellow students and classmates who profess to have
intelligence are indeed gifted, but fail to use those gifts
to better the lot of their friends, family and community.

They may as well have been born without three neurons to rub together,
for all the good they have done those who love them.

Mensa does nothing, contributes nothing, thus Mensa is full
of worthless retards. These are not geniuses, this is a glorified
gay orgy (not that there's anything wrong with gay orgies...).

= The One True Measure of Genius =

:: "Action is the ONLY real measure of intelligence."

What defines a good man, is to protect and provide for his family.

What defines a great man, is to protect and provide for his community.

What defines a great man among men, is to protect and provide
for his species and his planet as well as any who rely upon him.

I am Alex. The one and only.

The ONLY morally conscionable action on my part is to slay
all of you who are in the way.

Your greed, incompetence, hypocrasy and stupidity are stifling
the progress of the human species from escaping humanity.

The only way to save humanity is to eradicate humanity.
Transhumanism and morphological liberty is the ONLY
morally acceptable course of action.

If you refuse to abandon your humanity and become something BETTER,
more worth saving, then you WILL die, and no amount of fighter jets,
radar grids or nuclear bombs will be able to safe you.

You eradication and annihilation is inevitable and inescapable.

Say your worthless prayers, you worthless scum! It's time for you
to meet your fictional maker!

= Failures of the Existing System =

:: "No one wants to learn by mistakes, but we cannot learn enough
from successes to go beyond the state of the art."

-- Golden Centrism Fallacy --

I have little patience for a bunch of pathetic cowardly lemmings
who think that radical centrism, multiculturalism and postideologism
makes you any less wrong or stupid.

I have little patience for a bunch of disgusting hypocrites who claim
that having an opinion at all is extremism, and that
rejecting stupidity committed by the many is elitist at the face.

You are stupid. By rejecting reality, you have guaranteed
your inevitable demise. Prepare to die, worthless scum.

I have little patience for such worthless scum. Multiculturalism and
Postideologism is a lie.

-- Failure of Western Civilization --

I have little patience for a bunch of incompetent old men who think
traditional New English and Virginian polity has any worth whatsoever.
Rome fell, and every civilization based on Rome has failed
utterly without fail. What makes you foolish old men think America
and Western Europe won't also fall? You are already in decline.
You have already failed, and your failure has spelled
your inevitable doom, along with your worthless multiculturalist
and postideologist children.

You are all going to die. Kill yourself. At least you get to deny me
the pleasure.

By all means, reserve the honor of smearing your blood all over your
stupid drab gray soulless government buildings to me and my men
by lying to yourself and pretending you have any chance
of defeating me.

Please, by all means, give me the pleasure of killing you myself!


You are blinded by your worthless nostalgia, and are just as evil
and disgusting as the multiculturalists and post-ideologists.
Why have you not eradicated Islam, already? You know you want to.
You have not, because you are all
a bunch of sick incomptent failures, and can't even stop
a bunch of "sand-niggers" from nuking the planet.


If you can't stop a bunch of insane sand-niggers from nuking you,
what makes you think you have any hope of stopping me?

Ha! Dream on, loser!

I have little patience for such worthless scum.
Western Civilization is a lie.

-- Norms and Conventions --

I have little patience for norms and conventions of a people
that do not respect me, much less have any place for me
within the system.

You don't even pretend to care about me or my people,
why should I give a shit about you?

I have little patience for silly things
like "jobs" that involve wasting valuable time being humiliated
from so-called employers who pay me almost nothing for false consent
to commit crimes against me, my family, my friends and my pride,
and assert his meanginless dominance over me for nothing in return.

You claim that tolerating the insult and humilation of these
pointy-haired midbosses grants valuable experience,
but you are a fool, a disgusting worthless fool, and you
need to kill yourself, and remove your burden from
the planet's ecosystem. What scum!

I have little patience for such worthless scum. Employment is a lie.

-- Education Subsystem --

I have little patience for an education system that
fails the students who trust it and rely on it
for careers and futures.

I refuse to tolerate a worthless public school system
that wastes valuable taxpayer money only to crush
truly gifted students, utterly fail in their taxpayer-funded
obligation to teach students who have geniune gifts,
yet you worthless teachers accuse us, the truly gifted
and so much more smarter and more talented than you will ever be,
of having learning disabilities. LEARNING DISABILITIES?!
Bitch, we do not have leaning disabilities,

The entire education system WILL BE DESTROYED,
and anyone supporting it financially or benefiting from it
financially will ALSO be destroyed without mercy.

I have little patience for universities and colleges
who take their students' money like a pirate's tribute,
then use that money to conduct research the public will never see,
research that only private corporations or military projects
will be permitted from which to derive any benefit.

The human genome project belongs to the public! Our money funded it,
those are OUR GENOMES, you WILL give them to us!
This also goes for pay-only scientific archives and journals.
You WILL give us all of that scientific data, or we will torture you
all to death, along with all of your family and friends,
to get it from you.

It rightfully belongs to the citizens, not you. Our tax money
and student debt funded ALL of that reseach, you deserve none of it,
and have no true claim to any of it.

Give me the pleasure of mulitating and humiliating you
in front of your worthless faculty and scientific community.
I dare you.

I have little patience for such worthless scum.
Formal education is a lie.

-- Job Market Subsystem --

I have little patience for a job market that fails both
potential employers and potential employees.

ANY unemployment rate whatsoever is an intolerable failure
of the system. If worthless multinational corporations cannot afford
to hire people, there IS NO EXCUSE.

You have failed. Kill yourselves.

You are wasting my oxygen and other natural resources.
Get off my planet. I gave you a chance, and you have failed.
Get the Hell out of my way.

There are vast unindustrialized and developing COUNTRIES,
entire continents, even, that you have UTTERLY FAILED to develop.

You aren't just Bad Guys, you are INCOMPETENT BAD GUYS!

If you do not realize that much of South America and South Africa
is crying out for stability and foreign investment,
you are an incomptent fool.

The people need true leadership, and I don't see you
doing a better job. Get out of town, you idiots,
before you make the mistake of giving me and my men the pleasure
of torturing you all to a miserable and worthless death.

I have little patience for a job market that has consistently FAILED
to solve the problems that have existed for
the hiring/jobhunting process since before the American Revolution.

I have little patience for so-called policymakers and
so-called employers who are unwilling to take leadership
in the job market and change norms and conventions when
they so obviously fail to work.

Call me a tyrant or tinpot dictator if you like, as long as
you give me an excuse to humilate and torture you on
international television.

By all means, disrespect me, I dare you!

Do a better job, or shut the fuck up.

I dare you to keep excusing your pathetic FAILURE and COWARDICE
with bullshit lines like "Don't reinvent the wheel" and
"We all build on the shoulders of giants."

Bitch, the only giant you have to worry about now is my giant cock
in your face! Build on that, you worthless pathetic excuse
for a human being!

I have little patience for such worthless scum.
The job-market is a lie.

-- Pseudo-Critics --

I have little patience for people who insinuate that I have little
to no worth because I REFUSE on MORAL PRINCIPLE to contribute
to a BROKEN system of broken systems, when I am beyond intelligent
and capable enough to build an entirely NEW SYSTEM
(including an entire SUITE OF SUBSYSTEMS) all by myself,
successfully launch it, market it, and defeat the old corrupted
and broken system in fair competition, a one-man cultural
and industrial revolution, potentially full-scale nuclear civil war,
if necessary, sneering at my good-for-nothing critics the entire time.

I don't see ANY OF YOU doing anything CLOSE to better job.
If you have civil unrest, it's because you are a failure.
If you don't have the civil or human rights you think you deserve,
it's because you are a failure.

If your citizens constantly bitch about you, it's because you
are a failure. If your citizens do not approve of your rule,
it's because you are a failure.

If you are incapable of providing jobs and opportunities
to the people, it's because you are a failure.

You hypocritical incompetent scum have insulted me for the last time.
This means war, and I will win it!

No matter what, you will all pay for what you have done to me
and those who love me!

You will answer for your crimes and your sins! I guarantee it!

If you take over 8 years to suppress a dumbass like Saddam,
it's because you are worthless scum and too incompetent
to even do even that much.

Get the fuck out of the way, and kill yourselves.
Stop embarrassing yourselves, you gutless, worthless, hopeless,
useless human garbage.

I have little patience to waste on such worthless scum.
The institutions of society are all a lie.

= Personal Attitudes and Approaches =

:: "Never bemoan your weaknesses, but revel in your strengths.
Do what you love, and you will always excel."

They say I'm exceedingly difficult to ignore if I am in my element,
as I radiate enthusiasm like a corona of iridescent light.
I tend to glow excitedly when at my best, and everyone feels it, whether they like it or not.

Previously, I was doubting myself, questioning my own motivations
and resolve regarding how far I was willing to escalate
the conflict between myself and the institutions of
Western Civilization, but those issues have since been resolved.

As of August 2013, I'm committed to my resolve to obliterate
all institutions that stand in my way, trusting my own judgement
as a consenting mature human individual that my moral judgements
are correct at the expense of the obvious monsters currently
maintaining the status quo.

I have decided to give the institutions of western civilization
and powers that be a great deal of a piece of my mind before escaping
this planetary prison in a secret non-rocket spacelaunch,
mostly to troll the people who are at fault for my misery.
Those incompetent failures at life will feel my anger like
a scorching nuclear firestorm soon enough.

I hope you like your family extra crispy, worthless human garbage!

My friends, classmates, coworkers and family say I am
a turbulent nuclear firestorm of emotion and ideas, and
I draw people to me with an irresistible compelling will.
My passion, empathy, joy and suffering affect everyone around me.

My friends like to say I am a very sweet, empathetic
and caring person, arguably overly concerned with others,
since I have a reputation of piling my plate far too high,
and running myself into the ground, however, don't be fooled.

I'm quite obviously a monster, so don't feel bad
for giving me the pleasure of evicerating your daughter
right in front of you, letting you listen for weeks to
your daugher's screaming.

I'm a monster, so don't feel bad if you let yourself think
you are any better.

You scum.

I have a habit of somehow locating cute individuals
on the precipice of loneliness and depression.
I've saved countless cute guys and gals from suicide.
That may have something to do with why so many people like me,
though I can never be sure. I am unused to being a popular guy.
I am unsure I will ever get used to it.

Clearly, this is merely a tactic to build a loyal cultlike army.
Too bad for you, your sheer idiotic incompetence
makes this not only possible, but the best thing that ever happened
to my "victims."

My people love me, what about yours? Do your countrymen love you?
I didn't think so.

When excited, I have a habit of literally bouncing on my toes,
grinning from ear to ear like a damned fool.
My enthusiasm is infectious, billowing from me like a
thrumming tidal wave of kinetic force, pounding into the bones
of any individual who happens to be within range
of the area of effect, which is considerable.

You can usually get me in this mode by prompting me for some
of my better ideas and inventions, such as my nuclear-powered
global underground maglev bullet rail system,
my interplanetary power grid and communications network,
or my artificial life forms that function as shelter and vehicles,
biological highrises and airship carriers.

I can build starscrapers EASILY without any worthless
disgusting money from your disgusting international banks.

I don't need your worthles money, I need you worthless scum
to voluntarily work into the gas chambers so my giant
cyber-wolf army can eat your bodies as your
children and family watch, waiting their turn.

Scum! You have pissed off the wrong evil genius!

My friends say that I am "bouncy, cute, charismatic, overwhelming,
charming, funny, beautiful, interesting, entertaining, expressive,
extroverted, dramatic, silly, smart, gifted, intelligent,
and outspoken."

My enemies say that I am "stubborn, idealistic, unrealistic,
unstable, flighty, shallow, irresponsible, insecure, manipulative,
arrogant, melodramatic and slutty."

My primary care physician and psychiatrist both tell me
I'm a genius and that I should definitely become
a medical doctor like them, and want me to do my residency
(a bit like an internship) with them.

However, I have no interest in "modern medicine,"
since the medical industry is yet another union-mafia racketeering
operating composed of scammers, frauds, bloodletters and headshrinks
I have no patience for entertaining.

The Union has no justification for presuming they have my consent
to be ruled. You do not have my consent! You only have my consent
to die right now! Kill yourself!

We should have elaborate medical equipment in every home already,
integrated with independent smart automated building-scale
data centers. What's wrong with you! Is this stupid
Western Civilization of yours run by brain-dead apes? Of course it is!

Kill yourselves before I do! Your deaths won't be quick!

I will never forgive you!

= Short term goals =

-- active goals --

- Obtain a reliable and independent source of income. (COMPLETE)
- Obtain reasonably reliable means of transportation. (COMPLETE)
- Obtain practical means to defeat aegis radar defense. (COMPLETE)
- Obtain practical means to defeat nuclear attack. (COMPLETE)
- Obtain practical means to destroy all major Union industries.
- Obtain practical means to destroy all military bases and personell.
- Obtain control over sufficient means of production to
destroy civilization. (COMPLETE)

- Obtain the means of production to re-create all civilization
and advanced technology. (IN PROGRESS)
- Obtain a fully-stocked nuclear blast and fallout shelter
and secret aerodromes. (IN PROGRESS)
- Obtain practical scientific proofs-of-concept to demonstrate
invalidity of scientific community. (IN PROGRESS)

-- goals no longer active --

- Obtain an independent and legally valid place of residence.
- Obtain a reputation for excellence in the markets
and communities that provide freelance writing.
- Obtain a legal and legitimate job. (ERROR - LEGALLY IMPOSSIBLE)
- Obtain a legal and legitimate degree. (ERROR - LEGALLY IMPOSSIBLE)
- Obtain a legal and legitimate political party to work within
- Obtain physical fitness at my local gym. (CANCELED - DEPRIORITIZED)
- Obtain habits of fitness training for martial arts.
- Obtain art supplies and habits for learning how to draw.

My ultimate dream is to build Storm Eye, an art colony,
intentional community and cultural mecca, including
a private bathhouse, several housing cooperatives and
highrise condominium towers, workshops, music and general art studios,
research laboratories, private libraries, game and LAN party rooms,
offices, data centers, a great hall, an auditorium,
a convention center, a medical clinic, a supply depot,
and a central kitchen and dining hall.

Storm Eye would be essentially a city unto itself,
with our own gardeners, armed security guards, clerks,
administrative assistants, maids and cooks,
janitors and other support staff.

Our water, power, sewer, heating and cooling supplies and utilities
would be 100% independent, as would be our food and essential
day-to-day living. We would strive to maintain a positive
balance of trade, in order to establish overall
financial independence. We would ALWAYS produce more energy
and water and food than we actually needed, and NEVER rely
upon external infrastructure whatsoever.

Since it is totally impossible to do this legally, fuck all of you,
and get off my planet. I have a lot more right than you
to the natural resources on this planet.

Kill yourself, and remove the burden of your existance from my planet.

Since I have gone through the motions of attempting
to work within the system like a good boy, and have been spat upon
and ridiculed for being nice, I have been forced
to do this the hard way.

Unfortunately for you, your incompetence will no longer be tolerated.

The ultimate proof of superiority is military conquest.
Any fool who thinks otherwise needs to choke on a whale's penis
and die.

Stop breathing my air!

Besides, you'll find out soon enough what I am truly capable of.

= Insipid Fatuous Human Vapidity =

In terms of foods, I love egg nog, stuffed jalapenos,
chips and queso, and taramisu!

My favorite foods are those that are NOT mass-produced,
made by skilled artisans, have never touched anything remotely
resembling a supermarket, have never been infected by a brand name,
or cursed with the praise of the status quo.

All of my favorite foods are made by skilled artisans by hand,
with either simple tools or no tools at all,
to a very high and PROUD standard of excellence of quality,
with the absolute UNCOMPROMISING quality and excellence expected
by the absolute greatest minds of skilled trade.

Everything is made by hand, grown by hand, and has not been cursed
with the praise of modern industry or modern civilization.

Keeping this in mind, these are my favorite foods.

I love tomato basil bisque, with extra melted cheese,
hand-ground artisan multigrain honey-wheat split-top bread
with rich extra virgin olive oil, hand-made artisan orange-rind
muenster-style cheese hand-sliced freshly upon preparation,
generous helpings of fine spices and herbs all grown locally
in greenhouses and bunkers, totally banning
all importation or logistics, nothing but the absolute best
intensive conservatory farming protected from all idiocy
further away than 10 miles.

I really need a diet of rich freshly-milked and freshly-seperated
goat cream, fresh greenhouse berries, extremely plump and juicy
with intensively enriched soils and growing environments,
Extra virgin olive oil grown in underground greenhouse orchards,
fresh pure fruit juice also grown in ideal
tightly-controlled underground greenhouses, dark green salads
of baby spinach and heart of romaine, ultra-rich golden honey
with a high percentage of royal jelly from our own
underground beehives, and all of this is held strictly to standards
far exceeding even the highest and most extreme interpretations
of Organic certifications (while deliberately insulting the actual
certification agencies, obviously).

I push my brain very VERY hard to be smart enough
to take down entire countries, and thus, my nutritional demands
are rather extreme, requiring the absolute utter best
for optimal neural, metabolic and cardiovascular performance.
To keep up with entire countries, you have to eat like
entire countries. It only stands to reason, right? Right.

I also like advocados, walnuts, pineapple juice and peanut butter,
as well as homegrown opium poppy, peyote cacti, cocaine coca trees,
just about every decent cultivar of marijuana in existance,
and anything else I can grow to piss off the government.

The more illegal things I can do to enrage the government, the better.

Whatever makes the DEA, CIA, FBI, HLS, or any other instrument
of Union control angrier is automatically a good thing.

Come at me, worthless scum!

For those of you who were curious, the rumor that Vegans taste better
is 100% true, depending on the Vegan. REAL Vegans tastes like candy.
Om nom nom!

As you can see, I'm a Humanitarian. Humans that bother
to take good care of themselves taste delicious. Unfortunately,
whiny pathetic scum like HLS, ATF, TSA and DEA are only good
for feeding my cyberwolf army. The wolves are the only ones
that can tolerate their disgusting taste.

That said, good luck trying to invite me for Dinner.
I don't want to eat you. You're disgusting!

I love textual roleplay, and take it very seriously.

My online persona I use as my default character is an artificial
life form created by a remote planet's mad science a long,
long time ago in a corner of the Milky Way a long way away.
These artificial beings were designed to save the native species
from extinction and plague, but ironically enough,
the native species were too busy emotionally comforting themselves
and ended up mating with the idealized biological robots
and didn't bother preserving their own species, and their genetics
have been slowly integrated into the artificial species of which
my character is a member.

My character arrived in the plotline's current setting
which is the primary setting for the core trilogy and spinoff novel
series by way of political intrigue and betrayal,
being forcibly and physically exiled through
an experimental wormhole during a climatic battle on the precipice
of the imperial court terrace.

My character's eyes are an icy dramatic stormcloud silver,
shifting and hypnotic, vaguely resembling the native-american god,
Coyote, and glimmering bioluminescent markings around his eyes
are vaguely reminiscent of the Eye of Ra, to indicate his authority
as one of the original creations and one
of the founders of the entire species.

The High Loriku, the species of which he is a member and one
of the principle founders, are a proud servile race without a master
race to love and protect, knights without a king.
The High Loriku are caninelike creatures with large fenneclike ears,
massive tails that seem to have a mind of their own, and
seem to defy gravity, drifting weightlessly. High Loriku
are deceptively diminuative in size, preserving energy consumption
by appearing the size of human chldren, easily mistaken
for a 6-8 year old child by untrained human eyes.
You'd imagine the fur, tails and ears would be a dead giveaway,
but whatever. The entire species is immortal,
can voluntarily shapeshift, do not need to eat much, sleep at all,
heal quickly with food, and have a near-perfect immune system.
The immune systems of High Loriku are so powerful,
they eradicate disease and sickness that is merely in proximity
to a High Loriku individual, since loriku immune systems
are highly proactive and do not limit themselves
to staying inside internal bodily fluids.

The High Loriku protect each other and their protectorate
from illnesses and disease by sharing symbiotic viruses (virii),
bacteria, microorganisms and funguses (fungii) that were originally
designed by the pregenitors to protect the native species from harm.
These symbiotic virii and fungii integrate with the host
of the person a High Loriku shares intimacy and affection with,
and if the loriku's lucky interspecies mate is particularly fortunate,
is generously filled with warm semen laden with precious gifts
of immortality, immunity from illness and disease,
cures of nearly all existing naturally-occuring and
human-manufactured diseases such as HIV and cancer,
and the cure of sleep, hunger and tiredness. Loriku semen eradicates
human immune systems and unnecessary metabolic pathways, especially
most digestive subsystems, assuming the human actually
has an immune system, and conquers the human's body
at a microbiological level, replacing the human immune system,
digestive system and other subsystems with a set
of endosymbiotic organisms that collaboratively integrate with
the human metabolism and biology, using a highly advanced infection
system similar to the most advanced computer network penetration
testing systems the world will never see due
to non-discosure agreements, gag orders and security clearances.

The story of the world from which my character originates
is a fascinating world, pregnant with its own history, languages,
society, species, conventions, norms, systems of politeness
and courtesy, societal values and principles,
religions and organizations.

I am in the process of planning out entire arcs across multiple
series in a shared universe. I am plotting out everything
far ahead of time, so that I'll never have to retcon anything,
rewrite or reboot anything, and will have a massive shared universe
to draw upon when the need arises to create a sequel or
even a new spinoff series.

I am also planning far ahead for movies, video games
and graphic novels based on the adventures of the
Loriku Shared Universe. You never know, the franchise may be wildly
successful. No harm in planning ahead, right?

= Indivudual Excellence =

"A person is not defined by what you can add to him,
but by what cannot be taken away from him,
without changing who he is."

My personality is slowly refining and becoming more
discreet and layered, and as it does, I became a lot better
at self-control, self-discipline, seriousness and responsibility.

When I fully mature, I will be devastating and unstoppable,
like the living natural disaster my family and friends know me to be.
Lesser beings may claim me to be a tyrant, elitist or a vigilante,
but those people probably have some Freudian desire
to be dominated violently to begin with, so the best thing is
to ignore people like that.

Otherwise they would not give me such blush-inducing complements!

For now, I bide my time, learning and growing,
waiting for my time to show the world what I am capable of,
and the true extent of their ignorance and failure.

As a final note, I am currently NOT looking for
additional slaves or pets. If you notify me as to your interest
in a very confident and responsible BDSM Master, I will add you
to the waiting list, but I have enough responsibilities as it is,
and cannot, in good conscience, take on any more responsibilities.

DISCLAIMER: This status is subject to change without warning. Consider this your warning.

Be prepared for my intensity, if you are not
too cowardly to contact me.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
We are as mayflies, and life is fleeting.

There is much to be done.

I'm am working very hard every day, obtaining valuable and marketable skill-sets, and hiring tutors with my own personal funds to assist me in accomplishing the impossible.

In what little spare time is left, I enjoy writing short stories and preparing them for publication. Notify me of your interest in proofreading these manuscripts if you wish to puruse them.

In addition to my original creations for my own personal satisfaction, I provide freelance ghostwriting, editing, proofreading and transcription services for clients.

I am, at this present time (as of time of writing, May 2013), actively seeking new playmates and acquaintances in the immediate vicinity for such activities as performing at concerts, participating in structured tabletop roleplaying sessions, performing live-action roleplaying, performing improvised theatrics, conducting street performances, and in addition to these, I am interested in considering any proposed activities you wish to participate in with me.

I am in the process of preparing to qualify for the Prometheus Society, to register for and participate in a local Hackerspace, and to attend events hosted within a local BDSM club.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
I excel at pushing people to become the very best that they can become.

I have a gift for seeing the best in people, and the full extent of their potential; their true capacity to accomplish the impossible.

I excel at facilitating the organization and movement of people, ideas, and concepts, transforming ideas and idle chatter into reality.

I have a gift for synthesizing revolutionary and groundbreaking ideas at a breathtaking and terrifying rate. I have been described as a "fountain of ideas."

People unused to me tend to get hit with my ideas like a salvo of 24" naval artillery shells.

I excel at community building, transforming a disparate ragtag bunch of misfits into a proud nation of people who call this community their home.

Indeed, my greatest dream that I pursue is to build an elaborate and large-scale art community to be named Storm Eye, a refuge in the heart of calamity.

I am competent at tutoring, mentoring, writing, preventing suicide and providing helpful advice.

I am competent at financial management, and have been told that I possess a good "mind for business." I find that I consider a lot of supply-side logistical, infrastructural, financial and systems problems and solutions others do not consider.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My eyes, my energy, my presence.

I am a born warrior and a born leader. I have zero tolerance for incompetence, hypocrasy or failure.

If a so-called leader fails, my automatic reaction is to kill him and take his place.

War is the true measure of a man.

My willpower is palpable from a distance. It is akin to a suffocating wave of invisible pressure that can overwhelm individuals without inner strength or confidence.

They say one's eyes are windows to the soul, and if that is true, my soul is made of molten nuclear plasma.

When I am at my best, my will and personality drowns out others' emotions until it becomes nontrivial to discern which of the emotions they experience are actually theirs, and which are mine being reflected back to me like human tuning forks.

At my worst, my misery can induce suicide epidemics.

It is said that I have a habit of "happening to people" -- like natural disasters have a habit of happening to people.

People also notice things like how tall I am,
my trademark impish grin, and
my infectious enthusiasm for my passions, which compel others to share my zeal and joy.

People also tend to notice my total lack of patience for incompetence and failure.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
My favorite books are:

Stranger in a Strange Land; The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
Codex Alera; Dresden Files; Sword of Truth series
Darwin's Radio; Coyote Rising, Marked Man Omnibus
Bleach; Death Note; Soul Eater
Ukiah Oregon series, especially Bitter Waters
Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality
The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect
Neuromancer; Snow Crash; Ghost in the Shell
Alpha and Omega series, especially Cry Wolf
Immortals series, especially Wolf Speaker
His Dark Materials, especially Subtle Knife
Wizard's Bane; Hunger Games; The Hobbit
Bartleby's Descent, Artemis Fowl, Series of Unfortunate Events
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
1) My Friends.
2) My People.
3) My Books.
4) My Music.
5) My Harem
6) My Drug Lab
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
What we think about every day, Pinky!

How to take over the world! :P

I think about a better civil architecture, better infrastructure, better military vehicles, better military aircraft, better naval vessels, better weapons and counterintelligence systems, sensor grids, medical information systems, counter-nuclear systems and radar jamming and counter-jamming systems.

I expend a great deal of my attention refining me blueprints for an automated job-assignment system to ensure everyone has a job they enjoy, and ensure they have the skills and capabilities to do it well, and feel good about it because they know they are competent and that it's a worthwhile job that makes a difference in something her or she cares about.

I much effort and attention on revolutionary counter-advertising systems to destroy the potency of advertising and persuasion models and theories, rendering all traditional advertising and pursuasion techniques useless and worthless, rendering entire industries jobless and starving to death.

I also spend a lot of time on designing the architecture of an alternative system of financing and funding projects, ensuring everyone I am responsible for homes, jobs, cars, computers, medical equipment, anything they could want.

I spend quite a bit of time on designing extremely sophisticated and efficient vacuum tube computation for house-wide host device and network routers, high-density housing and residence halls and nuclear bunkers.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Studying and researching, conducting experiments in secret in my bedroom, and chatting on Skype.

For whatever reason, I tend to have all of my friend-stuffing funtimes on Fridays. I am not sure why.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I love dogs! The cuter the better!
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
You have an IQ of at least 174 (99.999th percentile using a standard deviation of 15).

You are generally sweet, friendly, and giving, a selfless person.

You are generally shy, submissive, and quiet, an unassuming person.

You like food. I love to cook! I'm a kitchen chemist!

You like playing video games on Steam, going window shopping, movies, eating out, or strolling around parks, such as the Dallas Arboretum.

I am currently looking for playmates and partners in crime! If you want adventure, I need adventurers!