THE HOST.
he shambles around his chateau with his harem of winnowed lovers, feasting and pleasuring himself at his whim. he dons a wicked bone mask shaped in the style of a wolf. his wicked right eye peers out of a hollowed hole, while the left is covered by a large red painted 'X'. he keeps a necklace of eyes, teeth, and fingers from less than grateful guests to his humble abode.
he is misshapen and putrid. who knows what truly lies underneath the greasy rags he wears as a cloak.
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I know we’re all like lawless nonconformists but you really can’t be texting and driving. that’s one of the ones you’ve gotta listen to for real
