This is I, Casandro. aka feuerleben aka Zaztu. Greeting you this fine March. The weather has been warm and I don't think I'll be able to survive this post-apocalyptic world much longer. I was born with glass bones and paper skin you know. not the best conditions to survive in a world where you must push yourself to survive. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.