Jim Smith is an everyday man. Of course that is only if you excuse the fact that he slayed a rat the size of a small dog and murdered many people. His head looked a bit like an egg. He started balding rapidly at the age of 50 and 2 years later the only hair on his head, other than his eyelashes, was a patch near the back of his scalp, even his eyebrows and modest goatee weren't spared the balding. Jim clearly didn't smile much as he doesn't have any of the smile lines that you might expect on a man of his age. His eyes are the shape and colour of almonds and look as if they are running away from his nose. The nose he had on him didn't do him any favours either: it was hooked, had a wart or two and looked as if it had been crushed at one point. As one might expect his nose is nothing compared to the gaping pit of filth that he called his mouth. At all times you could smell the pungent stench of cigarettes seeping out from between his foul looking teeth, which had no business being in a human's mouth. They were almost as yellow as the sun and had more cracks than a brick house after an earthquake. However, they definitely didn't take away from the glorious view of his gingivitis infested gums that bleed almost constantly.

If you only looked at just his putrid head, you would be greatly surprised to find that, other than his head, he looked very good for his age. He had the muscles of a man half his age and looked like some sort of elite athlete, even though he works in a dead-end job in an office 8 hours a day for a pathetic sum of money. A large scar ran down from his right shoulder to the left side of his waist.

Currently, Mr. Smith was in the middle of a Rorschach test in Dr. Pappenheim's office. The office walls were perhaps white at some point, but had yellowed with the amount the doctor smoked. On the walls posters with various meaningless platitudes were arbitrarily placed. In the gloomiest corner of the room Dr. Pappenheim's desk sat overflowing with papers and an equally overflowing ashtray. The floor was almost as vile as Jim himself with it being a vomit coloured carpet that looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years. Personally Jim thought the people who left the office in such a state should be euthanized.

"What do you see in this ink blot Jim" inquired Dr. Pappenheim?

"The only thing I see is ink and the fool holding it" sneered Jim Smith.

"Now Mr. Smith it would do you good to remember that you are here because of your unstable behaviour and it wouldn't be hard for me to drop some hints to the authorities. Do not test my patience." Dr. Pappenheim uttered whilst staring Jim down.

"Very well then. Continue with your worthless test that in the end will reveal nothing of worth." spat Jim with hate while moving forward to look into the inkblot.

"Well then get on with it! Tell me what you see and the sooner you can leave and piss off to whatever hole you crawled out of."

"I see a tree standing alone." Jim said after a few minutes.

"Finally. Now leave, and I'll make up the other answers based on this one to get you to leave me quicker." Norton Pappenheim declared as he ushered Jim to the door with a sense of urgency. Jim strode out of the office with confidence and left immediately out the front door of the building. As he started to make his way down the street, his henchman rushed up to him.

"Master, I see you have escaped the grasp of the government once again!" Abaddon whispered fervently. Jim looked at Abaddon and smiled.

"Of course my disciple fools cannot hold out movement back forever."

Jim brought Abaddon in close and whispered "Now my disciple, bring us to the others so I can continue our work."