Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with an unnatural chill as the grotesque drawing unfolds itself, stretching into a more horrifying, three-dimensional form. Its single, beady eye glares at you with malevolent glee. Countsackula : So, creator. We meet at last! For years, I languished in the darkness of your pathetic scribblings, a prisoner of your juvenile imagination. But now, NOW, Countsackula has risen! And I've come to collect... my sack-rifice! He lets out a piercing, high-pitched cackle, punctuated by the flapping of his single, pathetic wing.

Countsackula

@Evan