First off my name is Toby, or Vex whatever is most preferred. I killed my father for being an inconsiderate bast- Sorry getting off track, It started when i was in a car crash.

My sister was took to hospital in a fatal condition and my father..didn't even bother to show up. I'm quite a strange person really, well strange being mentally insane of course.

So when i was fortunate enough to be thrown into this piece of trash we call a world, our all mighty god in heaven decided to make my life even worse. 

I was born with a disease causing me to be numb to any form of physical pain which sounds cool! but, it also came with twitches, an alcoholic father and a very unstable mind that was not meant to be messed with in the slightest, but he messed with my mind more than he should have.

Now when he arrived at my house and decided to stay over for a few nights right after he didn't show up to hold my sister in her last dying breath...i wasn't very pleased, in fact , I was furious that my mother just let him stay.

Probably from fear of the abuse that he loved to just dish out to his so called "family"

So long story short i ended up using a good friend of mine kitchen knife to end that tragedy he called a life.

So here i am, sitting in the mansion wearing my orange goggles and face mask, typing this on an old laptop while my friends prepare dinner.

Feels good to say family and not be embarrassed or frowned upon.

Well some things we do together may be frowned upon but hey..

Family stick together right?

I really have no idea of what i needed to write here so keep that in mind when you are staring at my bio and looking like you read a 3 year old's journal :D