Jack is looking at the viewer.

There's an MP3 player here. It won't work with Chrome adblockers or on mobile.

My name is Jack. I use he/him pronouns.

I'm 213 years old. I will be 214 this December.

Jack looks away.

I'm the other host. Or a 'co-host', if you prefer.

You'll notice that our collective name - 'Mack' - is a sort of mish-mash of Michael's name and my own.

Yes, we did notice. Yes, that is on purpose.

Believe it or not, I can do things intentionally.

Jack looks at the viewer, looking a little mad.

And before you say anything to me, I know who I look like.

Whether you recognize my 'source' or not, I want to hear NOTHING about it.

There are certain features I share with my 'source', and there are certain features I do not share with my 'source'.

If you try to assume any traits about me based on my 'source', I will show you very fucking quickly which traits I kept.

Jack smiles wide.


I don't have much to say here about myself.

At least, not much I would say about myself to a stranger.

I've been here since the body was...oh, around three years old? I am the oldest, and the most consistent, alter present.

I don't have many hobbies. I'm usually just 'along for the ride', with 'the ride' being whatever Michael wants to do.

I do like to paint occasionally. But, if I'm being honest, I prefer to watch Michael paint over creating anything myself.

Jack smiles cheekily.

I do take a large interest in psychology and mortician work.

(Don't worry, I despise the vast majority of true crime.)

I also take a large, very personal interest in maintaining the well-being of my system. Especially the well-being of my co-host.

Jack is looking at the viewer.

Now, if there's one thing I want you to take away from my page, it is this:

I see everything you do to us. Every word, every look, every action.

Even if I'm not 'fronting', I'm there. I am ingrained in the very fabric of this system.

Everything you do to Michael, you do to me. And vice versa.

I have dealt with people who cannot fucking comprehend this fact before, and I will deal with them again, if necessary.

Michael and I are a package deal. You take us, or you leave us. You do not get one without also getting the other.

If that bothers you...

Jack looks very angry.

Choke on fucking glass.

With love...

Jack's signature.