Eighty-four seasons have passed since Joe Myers was pushed forcibly into this plane of existence. Borne into this life helpless, nude, and unable to provide for himself, he dedicated the majority of his energy into gestating and pupating past his larval form into full adulthood.
Having replaced his heart with a serrated chunk of living obsidian, for his campaigns he lashes together eldritch machines wrought of blood and bone, and as tears of bubbling pitch stream down his face, his dark work will truly begin.
When not working on games or writing overly dramatic biographies, he is a creative writing student at the University of Missouri. He likes books.