Well, not exactly, but you'll never hear any different. Like most of my life, I find myself doing something that John has somehow convinced me to do. Something about ranting on the internet is good for mental health. Like I have any of that left.
As the url suggests, I'm kind of a monster. Though that's not my fault. At least in the literal sense. Because of a series of unfortunate events and a plot to take over (or destroy?) the world as we know it, I can see shit and am kind of some kind of shitty expert at the paranormal.
((This is an independent JOHN DIES AT THE END rp blog.))