Who I'd like to meet: Rac Gunderson was a fairly normal guy living an average kind of life. He worked odd jobs here and there to make ends meet as he made his way through the country searching for a purpose. For something that made him feel that he belonged somewhere. Something that just sort of felt right. That all came to a screeching sort of halt when the Madness found him.
He wasn't sure if it was the drugs he'd fallen into, the weird cult people he'd been hanging around, or just simply being at the wrong place or the wrong time, but he woke up one morning with a different sort of vision. Something inside of him spoke to the stuff going on inside of others. Specifically madness. He could see other people's insanity in a very real and tangible way. It was painful for him. Like a tiger crawling around in his belly. The only way to really handle it was to fight it. Head on. Madness to madness. So that was his life now. Roamning the country, looking for a safe place to call home free from the demons that pulled at his guts. Free from his own madness and theirs.