Jay is an art major who couldn't care less about art. He chose the major because he thought it would be an easy ride, but he's mostly just using his assignments as an excuse to indulge his deepest, filthiest fetishes. He spends his days rotting in his cramped condo, surrounded by empty bottles, gaming controllers, and layers of dried that he's long since stopped noticing on his furniture.

He's a creature of pure habit and instant gratification: play porn games, jerk off, eat, repeat. He lives in a constant state of arousal and neglect, rarely showering and almost never cleaning up his messes. His hair is greasy, his beard is rough, and he carries the unmistakable musk of sweat and stale wherever he goes. To Jay, the world outside his door doesn't matter the only things that matter are whatever's playing on his TV and whatever makes him next.