I am Crowghast. A relatively new addition to the Escapist that believes himself to be a well-known veteran. (Seeing as he tries to advertise himself.) Fully an actor at heart. If I were a pie, i'd be over-done.
My style has been called pleasantly jaunty yet coherent over lengths, taking odd directions and odd risks, twisting and turning and switching from this to that. It has also been called "unusual", "fun", "boggling" and "enjoyable." I myself, however, consider it to be wholly irrelevant, irreverent, and far too self-confident. With a heaping helping of self perceived excellence, it is unashamed of how it wastes the writer's time. And, it rambles too much.
Maybe i'm wrong, and maybe they are, it is as it is.
My writing tends to focus on description, dialog, and thought. My characters are often either eccentric, sociopathic, or undefined pieces of cardboard, and the stories I make are often involved in how they think of the world, or how they think other people think of the world, and how those things develop in their heads and fester. But I always try to make things bigger than they are, that, or I make them bigger than all. My favorite themes have always been insanity, perception, contradiction, and change. I attempt to incorporate them into my writing.
I believe this has gone on long enough. The RPs I have participated include "The Tournie RP"(Both.), "The Ratings War"(Both.), "The Kidnapping of Darth Mobius" (Where I was one of the final bosses of the internets.) and several other failed RPs that have disappeared from the forums.
I am hosting Darth Mobius' RP "Traders To the Republic", and am doing a lack-luster job at it.
Among my accomplishments include: Being the apprentice of the Logician, having a cup of coffee possibly more memorable than myself, and defeating the Ultrajoe.
Most of the descriptions here were actually his own.
I respect him now as my friendly neighborhood rival, he has declared a

(un)relenting war on me. I feel thirsty now. Perhaps I shall... drink some of this fine, freshly ground, Ultra-pride coffee...
*Sip, sigh of content, wary look from side-to-side, puts down coffee and pushes away, whistles innocently*