There is an artistic game, popular when I was in college, called ‘exquisite corpse.’ (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exquisite_corpse). Not so popular, now, I’m guessing? The ‘reanimation’ is a reference to Frankenstein’s monster or by any attempt to give that which is dead life.

So, my thread title means that I have been brought back to life from pieces of an artistic corpse. And, if you could see my scarred and wretched half-torso, you could see, with your eyes, the monster alive. I am a prankster’s experiment. I am a kind of - as they seem so popular in current American culture - a sort of evil zombie with an agenda. “Cruel to be kind, in the right measure.”

No, I don’t believe that this land is seeded with sociopaths only revealed in intimate relationships. I’ll visit the NPD forum, though, and pose the question there. I effing bleed for genuine victims (even my own) but I am suspect of those who cry victim, victim, victim, time and again and who take no responsibility for catering to arseholes.

I no longer have an email account that’s I use to see responses from anyone. I don’t have the gadgets to keep up with 3,000+ messages per day. I appreciate the opportunity to explain the name that I gave this re-introductory thread as well as your take on these tortured souls crying victim.