Danny Myxoma

(A.k.a. Danny, Myx, DM)

Practitioner of death. Minister of dissonance.

Sometimes, when we create, the outcome is not positive. Sometimes we create without even being aware of it.
D Myx is more than just a tumor to all that is infected; he is a ruthless, angry mage of destructive negativity.

The complex and dark element that is Danny has little or no goodness which can be fostered to overcome his general will. Attempts to assassinate or phase DM have always fallen short. As a personification of irrevocable truths, he seemingly cannot be unseated from the system (and the world). But to some extent Danny is a necessary evil. He provides confrontation with negatives, bringing balance to a psyche that might otherwise go soft on idealism. He also provides a strange utility: He has the power to translate and transform the mental psychoses and bodily diseases of his host into his own strength, ideas, and motivations--therefore protecting the infected by feeding himself. In someone who is broken, unhealthy, and far from balance, he feeds well.
His stealth and subtlety comes directly from his ability to skirt the concrete world as the gatekeeper of wastelands. Though he serves wastelands of Existence--actual wastelands as well as those in mind and in being--He also serves the wastelands of parallel worlds that stem from every unrealized possibility or potential. Just as we all exist by the current of time, he exists within the current of all the countless and endless dimensions; in which life flows into perdition, and in which reality constantly returns to nothingness. His interest is to bring all he can through his gates.

At times he will visit you, awakened but only aware,
but beware when his guile sets into motion.
He starts small, corroding perceptions,
discretely injecting warm egoism and cynicism,
slowly suspending life into a depressed torpor,
replacing the flow of days with his illness.
He is invisible to the infected, working from the most vile pieces and parts, and if you don't catch on to the game, he will spread himself by way of your own mouth, he will condemn all that you love, and he will teach you to feed his spirit by draining your own.

He will continue sliding through the background,
turning all of the little tiles over
until he turns the world [and yourself] against you.

If you don't get off his ride in time,
you will become literally or figuratively dead--his ultimate triumph.