Folk, insane, dark folk, dark, woodland, crickets, elves, faeries, dead girls, dead chicks, little dead chicks, birds, love, hate, death, life, murder, vengeanc
... what can I say. For a creature that removed my bowels with a shortsword, ate my festering fetus, and gave me liver cancer, he's quite a talented feller.
Eeeevil. Yet beautiful. If Old doesnt drink himself into an early grave he might just get the break he deserves...or at least that beer sponsorship deal he so craves.
Old has arrived, and all shall suffer my bestial wrath. Hail Old.