Greetings cyber souls, I'm Bizzaraxeman. I was born on October 31st, 1810, i died October 31st, 1880. I decided to cut off my own head that Halloween night, for my birthday, i wanted to be reborn with the dead. I was lonely, depressed, i wanted to die. When i cut off my head that stormy, windy, cold, All Hallows Eve, the spirits greeted me right away, most of them demons. In my past i had murdered many people with my axe. The demons scratched at my soul, as i was swallowed into death. Then suddenly, i woke up in a cemetary, wit my head in my hand, but i felt no pain. I was not bleeding. My fate was to be the living dead. Now all i want is blood, and souls, and i'm still lonely, and depressed, in my own personal hell. That's my story.
Dreadfully yours,
Bizzaraxeman
