-Excerpt From The Diary of John Merci- {May 12, 2079} Yesterday my latest subject had reached the end of his usefulness, far too soon for my taste. It is a sad fact which I have learned in my practice of this most noble of arts, men are simply inadequate to be a canvas. On the surface they may seem a better choice, being naturally more sturdy and possessing greater mass than the fairer sex. However this sturdiness is the main problem, men are simply less sensitive than women. While in theory this means that they can take more punishment, their reactions dull far quicker. It is depressing, but I must force myself to move forward. My serfs have sent word with the latest delivery of cattle. The accursed government has finally turned it's eyes away from New Haven. This is excellent news. Many of my important tools were too conspicuous and bulky to be moved from my home. Though I have made do with what little I have to work with, my heart has missed my city. When I was younger I could never have imagined myself to be the sentimental sort, but there is more to it than simple nostalgia. Behind the lights of New Haven, there is a darkness that calls to me. It needs me to feed it's desire to corrupt even the purest of souls. And so, tomorrow I shall return to my city, but tonight... tonight I feasted. It had been years since I had devoured so many at once, but transporting them all would just be a waste of time. The ecstasy I felt as I drained them was impossible to describe, for no one but my glorious self has ever had the chance to experience such a feeling. It was as if liquid sunshine poured through my veins, for a brief moment awakening my heart to the world. And then I remembered why I didn't gorge on the cattle. I felt... guilty. As if all the actions I had taken were completely immoral. For a few minutes, I considered hanging myself, but remembered that I couldn't die. Fortunately this delusion quickly off, but for a brief time I felt like the cattle. And that sickened me more than anything else in this godforsaken world.