I am called Mortis. I do not waste compassion for worthless ingrates. I do not care about any of your little groupings and silly cultural ordinances. Spending my moments concerned with useless populism is beyond my interests.

I am a dedicated Hard Eight player who owns two servers with certain modifications. These enhancements circulate around the intensity which I believe an actual zombie apocalypse would ensure. There are many who flow in and out of their interactions: most cannot bear the intensity and maintain a predictable attitude of disparagement. Few actually enjoy them but those select few- it is those choice ones that these experiences were designed for: an insanity of inexorable delights.

There are many asinine and fraudulent bourgeois, of the kind that claim expertise and write words pertaining to the sacredness of knowledge, who despair upon assimilated extremities and hopelessly flail their jaws and limbs in attempts to preserve any sort of respectability they once illusioned themselves in possession thereof.

As a Satanist, I hold a considerably high standard of conduct centralizing around a very specific accordance of mutuality. Should the environment aptly display arrogance, incompetence or social structures irregular to appeasement, then humiliating, sporadic Team-Killing or whichever method I divine, of the like in which a delightful experience is had, shall occur multifold.

If one is of the mentality that views insanity as beneficial, then such a friendship is welcomed. If one is cooperative, open-minded, introspective, then a hand is extended out to you. The individual is prized over the collective.