Q: Why The Potato?
A: It's something I pilfered (Ok maybe I actually purchased it) at a fair, for some reason, I cherished it in my childhood, I then decided to plaster it here with the help of an hour of photoshop.

Q: You seem needlessly verbose, yet misspelled 'Apocalypse'
A: It's a coalescence of two horrors, Alpacas (Essentially extra fluffy lamas with a scaled down spontaneous provocation metric.) + Apocalypse, hence, Alpacalypse.

Q: What are you?
A: A strange queer guy who spends all his time playing video games, and coding. If you need a description of my ethnicity, let's say... major skin cancer risk.

Q: Are you a narcissist?
A: If anything, I'm more humble than you. (No, I just sometimes pretend.)

Q: Can you accept my friend request?
A: I'm honored that you have such blind bravery, but unless I personally know you, unfortuitously, no.

Q: Where are you?
A: Taking Early College somewhere in the Library Of Babel.

Q: Are you religious?
A: Nope! I do study it lightly and may ask for your beliefs if you feel comfortable though!

Q: I hate you, how can I reach you?
A: Speak my name 42 times in a mirror, and fast on only 18 pounds of spaghetti or otherwise airborne capable noodles for three days. Then post a comment on my profile.

Q: You mentioned you were a guy, human right?
A: I don't remember stating any sapien origin.

Q: Why are you here?
A: I won a race.

Q: Why am I here?
A: Poor Decisions.