My life has always been one of misfortune. Nothing I do ever turns out right, and everything seems to go wrong. Especially the things that matter. When I'm not tripping on a venomous snake I'm being held up at knife point. I thought death would free me, but my curse of bad luck has followed me into my demise as well. Now, I have to try and deal with misfortune, except no longer with my original body. You can see why my outlook on life isn't the cheeriest? Cover made by a band of traveling hippies, (AKA Zeny) and if not for this computer screen blocking me from reaching him...please turn to How To: Become an evil overlord or whatever, and replace the gore, with thank-yous. Basically that.