Oh god. What am
I doing. I have no idea what I've done. HALP.
Lizard last edited by
puffy what have you done
pokes at the strange thingies
Eh, you break some you make some!
Zool last edited by
He heralds the coming plague, the withering, the end of all things true and good…. he is the death whispered on the wing of the butterfly, as fleeting, as it is beautiful.
In other words, this dude stinks, pwaaaar!