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Perhaps most important is the narrator's obsession with anatomy. "I am Jack's colon; I am Jack's medulla oblongata." The Fight Club Narrator is quoting anatomy articles, but where did they come from? Did he write them himself as one of his split personalities? Davey saw his dad, who called himself Jack, explode. His large intestine probably wrapped its charred remains around some of the plane's melted controls, while his pancreas shot through the roof. But Jack survived as a hallucination. Wouldn't you want to know precisely how the human body worked if you're going to keep a fake one alive in your head? And wouldn't those articles make great training manuals for a fighter? Say, one who starts an entire underground club dedicated to fighting? Some sort of fighting enthusiasts group, if you will?

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Tyler Durden is the new, refined and more potent version of Jack Flack, born from decades spent festering in Davey's subconscious while Davey's frustrations with the world built up. Davey's life didn't get better after he foiled those evil spies. Maybe he ended up in foster care, maybe he went to some distant relatives, but either way, whatever dreams he had died, and he slipped into an utterly average career and life. Somewhere along the way, the need for a father figure died, and Jack Flack morphed into Durden. All of Flack's skills got transferred to Durden, along with all of Davey's dark adult desires for violence and sex.

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Part of the appeal of Fight Club is that the narrator is an everyman, an utterly average guy who's grown frustrated with the trappings of modern life. But everyone gets frustrated with modernity -- it takes a hell of a lot more than that to spawn a dissociated personality who systematically builds a nationwide terror group. And now you know where that extra layer of trauma, anger, depression, and general fucked-up-ness came from: an '80s kid who went through way more shit than any kid ever should. The Narrator had a name, and it was Davey Osborne.

Christopher may or may not be an elaborate ARG designed to mess with everyone's mind. He is on Twitter, but he never tweets, he once wrote a pretty cool little Brazilian Horror film called Quarto 38, and he also makes really terrible rap songs about fighting cults. Hire him to write and design your things that need to be written or designed. (Which may or may not be how you start playing the ARG. We hear there's a prize involved.)

Check out a different kind of fight club in 5 Ways To Attack Children With A Stick and How To Win A Fight Against Twenty Children. Presumably, a stick helps in both situations.

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