Dangerous things, maybe.

Hopefully you've read the brief "About Me" already. If you haven't, do so before reading this. It helps, and may be necessary.

Richard Artwright, 18, no space, no money, friend called Hayle Harisse. Got it? Good.

I'm not sure why I chose the name Richard. That may forever remain a mystery. I thought Artwright was good because it's like "I write art, it's even my name!", I'm also a Phoenix Wright fan, that might've had something to do with it.

I'm 18, but, presumably because I'm not in education or work right now, I feel more like an extention of 16, it's not a good thing.

No space. I actually don't have my own room, I share it with a sibling. I won't put any more detail into that because I want this to be as anonymous as possible. I also have very few places to hide things, so if I did have money I would be forced to limit what I buy to things I'm willing to admit to right now. I grew up as one of four siblings and I was often told that I was wrong (whether I was or not), to stop doing things (whether they were bad things or not), and other such things. I also went to a really bad primary school where I was constantly bullied, sometimes even by teachers. In secondary school, everyone I knew from primary school was either a chav (try wikipedia if you don't know) or a quiet, very unpopular person. So after years of being told I'm wrong by very nearly everyone I know, I've learned to keep everything inside. The reason I've told you this is so that you may better understand why I cannot tell people any of my secrets while I still live with them.

It's not strictly true that I have no money, as I do have some in the bank. But it's not nearly enough to be able to buy the sort of software and equipment I need for any of the projects I have planned.

Here's the interesting and potentially dangerous part.

My "friend", Hayle Harisse, is actually a sort of alter-ego of mine. But also not really, and more important than that. She's sort of like another person who makes up half of what I am. She's not completely separate to me, but she's also not me. In case you're wondering, or if it helps; yes, we do talk to each other as if we're different people. We used to think we were two completely separate people in the same body and mind, but that never worked out, or it didn't seem right, or something, but now we're pretty sure we're actually two unmatching halves, not separate but not the same, it makes sense (at least as much as any of this). Also, Hayle's the left half, and I'm the right half.

She is better at guitar than me, though, and I'm better at keyboard. Actually, I think that might just be because I'm (we're) right handed.

Nicknames, or rather, nickpseudonyms I use; Rickrocket, Chard, Hover-V, Hoverman, HoverWhale