Being creepy is something that comes naturally to me...
I was always the child to quietly run off into the forest during camping trips, to become what bumps in the night.
Lurking in dark, unfinished cellars, and abandoned farm houses pretending to be that tortured haunting soul...
Disappearing into the darkest crevasses, not wanting my friends to find me...
So, getting all dolled up in Purrfect Pineapples gear, Going into Radeo's hoary antediluvian basement, and writhing in 50 year old filth? Gladly, in fact, I'd be happier than a pig in shit...
But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here...
*It is recommended that you wash this set down with a wizard staff & some Bloodbath.