I work for the law enforcement wing of the Department of Integration. Not a lot of people in the public sector can say they love their job, but I really do. Maybe it’s because I’m fueled by my irrational hatred of those unlike myself, but it works for me. I’m a divorcee — my wife left me for a vampire. But don’t worry — I’m not damaged goods. Well, unless you count the literal damage inflicted on me by the hordes of the unnatural, like my missing finger and kneecaps.
I’m On the Site For
I just want to find someone to watch Night Terrors with, knock back a couple of Cosmos and work on my recipe for bean dip.
Persecuting immigrants, discriminating against immigrants, hating immigrants, not liking immigrants. Oh, and chalupas.
Vampires, werewolves, zombies, yetis, man-birds, wizards, demons… you know, this could take a while, and I think my bean dip is finally setting.
Our First Date
I know a great place to see man-bird fights. I’ve got a bit of a history in those circles, so maybe it’s best if we go incognito, but man, it’s great to watch those feathers fly.