My job is bloody. My job is dangerous. My job requires that I die, frequently, violently, and horribly.

And I love it.

My name is Comm, and I'm a Wanderer. A Fighter. A Visionary and a Leader. But above all else, I'm a Martyr.

I give my life up time and time again to protect those who need protection, to change their world for the better and to ensure the victory of their cause. Sometimes I live to see the enemy finally fall, sometimes I don't. That part doesn't really matter to me, to be honest. Sure, it's gratifying, but so long as I die having done some good I'll smile when I wake back up in Limbo and look back my last run fondly until I find myself another hole in the fabric of unreality so I can do it all over again.

Again, I love my job... But my partners make it even better.

See, there's three of us crammed in this one brain, so even the endless silence and solitude of Limbo isn't silent and depressing. Neat, right?

Yeah, you probably think I'm crazy right now, being so relaxed about having multiple personalities in one mind but believe it or not, we're actually relying on each other to keep all three of us sane. I mean, who else could we possibly talk about this stuff with without them looking at us fu-

Hold the phone.

Who the hell are you, and how'd you get in our head?

A/N: Best to read this thing in the "Dark" color setting as different colors are used to denote who's thinking what in the guy's brain.