About me: When one comes back from the future to study Dysanic, one is astonished to find how simple a life he leads. A bestselling author and creator of worlds, one would expect to find Dysanic constantly embroiled inside his own head. Instead, you meet a charming gentleman, who will introduce you to his reptiles, and offer a cookie.
About me: You know that userpic Dysanic uses, of Herbert West with bat eats? Shockingly, that’s actually an entirely accurate image of how Dysanic appears to mortal eyes.
About me: Dysanic has the best beard. Do not touch it, for it contains poison.
About me: Dysanic is a gangly thing, with a seemingly endless number of limbs and digits, stretching out into the dark space between infinities. When asked questions, expect foreign tongues, hissing responses in languages long dead. Dysanic does not listen to music so much as create it, spontaneously, at all times. Should you fear chaos, come no closer.
About me: Dysanic is a proper irishman: storyteller, fiddler, and appreciator of fine booze.
About me: Dysanic is the second-hoopiest frood to ever steal the Heart of Gold.
About me: Dysanic is my clone and pretty much the best person I’ve ever known and I love him wholly and dearly and miss him terribly.