Because I don't have enough to jerk off to already
Here for the hell of it, gone to stay and staying gone. Burned a few barns, though not as many as I'd like as a side note, ashes have a way of choking the crop. Overly fond of saying strange bullshit such as the above. That's all I care to divulge.
An automated pornbot. A fleshomancer reeking of foul herbs and eldritch spices. Strange twisted denizens with various orifaces put to ingenious uses not even vaugely dreamed of by any loving god. Ability to bake pies a plus, as they are delicious.Someone who knows enough to not take very much seriously at all.