Hello.
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.
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.
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.
...Anyways.
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.
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.
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...
Choke on fucking glass.
With love...