An eldritch being which descended from the lowest depths of
hell. If you should pray that it is in a good mood, well, I regret to inform you, that it is not your savior. It will twist and bend every twistable and bendable crevice of your mind with its' eight limbs, and every
time you look away and breathe, just feel that the world is okay for a single moment, there comes another
fucking limb. You can't peel your eyes off of it. It's horrible, you'd rather suffer infinitely in the fires of
hell than watch it, but it lures you with its' cunning sorcery and tortures you till you just can't handle it anymore. You want to give into the darkness, but just as you are about to jump into the deep pits of despair, it catches you and though it cannot smile, you feel as though it is, it is smiling. A cold,
harsh, cruel smile, just like this wretched world we live in. Ain't it a goofy
lil'
lad?
