A bit about Fravas and Franz:
My real name is Franz, I got the name Fravas many years ago. Over the years I made "Fravas" a personality of mine, and he loves me.
If you take out the middle two letters in Fravas (av) and put each on both ends of the word, you get aFrasv! And my name backwards is znarF.
I am sane.
I am sane?
Short Summary Of Franz's Life:
I was born in Columbus, Ohio in a blizzard durring November, 30 1985. I moved to Puerto Rico after that, and lived there for two years, where my mother divorced and married someone else. Then I was moved to Alameda, California, and lived there for seven years. We moved from there to Walnutcreek, California, and then to Connecticut, where I live now. My mother divorced again, and moved away, but I have stayed home, right here in CT.
That's it!
What hepped to me in my senior year???
Yes, that whole year of my life, when I should have been in Lewis Mills High. Where did I go you ask? I will tell you. After randomly choosing to skip four months of my Jr. year, my highschool kicked me out, and sent me away to a happy place called Grace Webb. It was a dark time, but also an ironic time. I met two verry strange ppl there, MYKL, and Chefield. Both are retarded past understanding. But still. Chefield would steal clocks from teachers rooms, coment that a Communist army is comming, and rant about Satan. When I was mad at him, I would call him a conformist. MYKL would also steal random items from the classroms, as well as break many things around the science lab. He also managed to set off a sissy car alarm. There would be days where there would be nothing better to do than make fun of the REAL retards, who needed to be in that school, or play Magic and have MYKL pull out a broken infinite combo bullshit move first turn kill fuck crap shit. I remember a whole conversation, that was totaly aimed to piss off the administrators. We successfully banned the words "Cheetos, Retard, Gheto, Tardjar, and Intelligent" from the school. It was quite amazing. I remember a day that was spent talking about how funny it would be to give a person with leprose a tittie twister. Yeah, good times good times.
So that is where I went.
A bit more about myself
I really am a kind of strange guy. Most of my friends are unique people, strange freaky people are unique. People who are regular, I don�t mind, but wouldn�t make good friends with. Hentai rules all, and Doujins are just fine too. Flash is the best way to use art at the moment, and music is fucking GREAT! All girls are hot, but not all are interesting. I love thinking about nothing, and I am the master of the innuendo. I love long car rides when no one is on the road (because I tend to crash into them). I like a lot of the things that Goths like, but I not = Goth! I am a game buff, and miss the time of the single player RPG�s. MMORPG�s suck dick, and I hate them all, but I am playing WoW. Man, I love the days of BG 1 and 2, or Planescape Torment (best game made, second to both Fallouts). I like games, a lot.
Unlike a few other people, I am pretty blatant with my feelings, I don�t hide too much, and I when I don�t liken something, normally I would tell you. Then again, there are exceptions.
A few things I trust are True:
1-An entity's actions are justified if it has the ability to perform them.
2-There are no answers, only choices.
3-Humans are Gods.
4-It is the duty of the strong to control the weak.
5-Survival of the fittest.
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