Inside Rat Bastard
Well, this is the point at which I tell you about myself... then again, I'm not really telling you anything. Yes, due to the wonders of modern technology, I could be sitting comfortably, warming myself in front of the gates of Hell, eating ramen noodles until I cease to care, while you stuff your brains full of miscellaneous background information about yours truly, and probe my innermost thoughts and dreams.
Sounds kind of like mind rape, doesn't it? Regardless, you'll have to make your own moral judgement about this one. In the meantime, however, here are the various avenues of approach by which you can invade my psyche:
