- Joined
- Apr 21, 2023
In youth, he had felt the hidden beauty and ecstasy of things…but poverty and duster and dental rot had turned his gaze in much darker directions. Through macabre dreams of primal myths, the secrets of the universe trickled into his mind, a leaky faucet injection of abyssal knowledge. He walks with his head low for the weight of the world sits within him. It is a dark gift from the ancient one, he who sits in the depths; Bog-Sothoth.Didn't notice the hunchback, now I see it. Seems fitting for his love of bell towers. I also noticed his rot guy looking more rotund. Maybe it was the angle but seems like its catching up. I know he probably eats on the taters for 3 meals at the very least.
Praise the Prophet of The Bog. Solauncha-Saloo, toobs.