Right, to start off, here's a little about myself. My real name is Jack Nichols, but everyone just calls me "ej" (rude, but I've been called worse). I'm 21. I was going for my nursing license but got kinda stabbed and sacrificed and murdered and mutilated because, fuck me I guess, and now I'm here. I'm the closest thing everyone has to any sort of medical training, so I end up fixing things I don't have the expertise to fix. Or trying. A lot of people have ended up infected, is what I'm saying.

At least I didn't take the hippocratic oath first. . . ? You can't see, but I'm grimacing.

I'm handling it as I can. It's stressful but someone has to do it. I don't want to, but my hands (washed or otherwise) have been forced into someone's guts enough times that I've nearly given up on fighting in. nearly.

Unfortunately, this is a tell-all, so I do need to tell you what I'm sure your wondering about. The whole stabbed-and-sacrificed-and-murdered-and-mutilated thing. On stabbed and mutilated, my eyes were grounded out, and parts of my joints were cut just below. I hated it at the time, but that helped with the stretching. Mostly I can see properly. I can read and write, and I can look at computers, see radio dials, echt. But for everything else in my left eye, I have a little bit of light perception. It's very, very weird. Everything else is just fuzzy blue-purple black, but if I'm looking at a screen it's crystal clear. This site is designed to be kinda close to what I see, bright colors freak me out now. I don't see them as often. I think that's why Ben never leaves them. We are too close in too many ways I don't like. On being murdered, I died. I know I have died, I can just prove it. All I remember is waking up with a deeper hunger then anything should ever have. On sacrifice, I am far too close to more things than I'd like to be. Ben loves slender. I fucking hate him.