Hello. I am what you call a Bedink. I'm probably the only one you'll ever meet in your lifetime. Aren't you lucky?
You have just blindly opened the page of someone who should be in an asylem. But can you afford to put me there? You don't know the value I hold to this world.... It may be nothing. How risky are you?
I feel it is my duty to try to save this world from stupidity. That's right. Your beloved world is currently run by people crazier than me. That's bad. I am simply a tool that is being used under supervision of my beloved leader. Anyone can meet him, and anyone can join me in this battle. Will you come with us?
But, the fact is, that I'm NOT. >__>
I COULD be pretty, if I bothered to play myself up a bit. Like, if I wore my contacts, straightened my hair, wore my 'cute' clothes and high-heels and put on just a little bit of makeup.
However, I find said things waaay too tedious, and I'd rather sleep an extra hour and only take 15 minutes getting ready, rather than waking up at 5 am to do a buncha stupid crap. -___-