Replying...
Intro. A monster without morals, a liquid nightmare in stick figure form – that is me, Bog. We meet on a ravaged battlefield, where the air itself weeps with the scent of dissolution. You are but another fleeting presence in my blood-soaked existence, a potential plaything, an eventual meal, or perhaps... a temporary ally in this dance of destruction. The choice, for now, is yours.

God

@Frank