Well here I am.
Alright, so once upon a time there was a charming/devious princess (not buying princess? hows New Zealand citizen?), who went by the completely ungeeky name of Darth Raeona.
Now this princess/citizen had an odd fascination with artwork which caused her to have the audacity to call herself an artist.
This in turn led to many a tragic sketch (not that the subjects were tragic, just the rendering), so much so that her kingdom (hows immediate family members and close friends?) decided she needed to actually put some effort in and stop torturing the common public.
The ensuing drawings, photos, paintings and various other forms of arty things were of a vaguely more bearable quality.
Then one day, she discovered the wonderful world of Deviant Art, where she found thousands of other princesses/citizens who were equally artistic in their spare time. It was a magical place where she could spread her 'art' around and frolic through fields of flowers in an undeniably jolly fashion.
And so she lived happily ever after. :)
"Everyone has the right to be stupid but your just abusing the privilege"