I am the man your parents warned you about.

Despair lives at the bottom of a well, said well being located at some good-natured lady's basement. He spends half his time dreaming of superpowers, and spends the other half testing to see if he could summon that remote control from the entertainment set to the couch. He enjoys living, for the most part of it, and denies everything outside his well of solitude except for bacon. 

Still working on my telepathy network, so, if it pleases you, you can contact me thru my surface-dwelling alter-ego's Facebook.

Say hi!