A long time ago... A man bet another after a long night of drinking that he couldn't cut the tip of his Johnson off. After much thought the man won the bet... but never forgave the person who set such a wager... After years of thought he decided to get revenge on said man, sadly he had already passed. The man broke down merely a husk of his former self. It was then decided that if his wrath had no place to go, a home for it he'd find. Spending his last year's searching for people he could convince to mutilate themselves in the same manner... So... That's basically it... Just a long line of revenge for a bad bet...