Darin Walker

Once, perhaps, there was a history to this man. Family, friends, maybe even a pet or two. But no more. Now a shell of a man, alone and forgotten, driven only by need. A need to give advice and contempt in every breath, with every keystroke. A need to bring high the lowborn, the unwashed, the ill-informed. A need never satisfied, never fulfilled. But he must continue, else fall back into the unformed mass of ignorance from where he was born.