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Is that is the derp, then this would be the herp.

For NightGure, the Cursed Thief ever Audacious has finally committed the most evil act possible. He forgot to speak in first person! This can only be punished with 69 sit ups, 666 Head-desks, and a the purchase of a crazy dirty dove. Commencing in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... lets have Phoenian optical waffles!


How does one understand the NightGrue? For one his mind is that of an ever Tyrannical sockbane, the ones who lurk in the dryer!.

His Soul is that the Null moon, a silhouette of what should be and should not be, the utter wrongness of it, once drove three deities mad from Revelation. That is why the Greek Fates have no been heard from in centuries.

His body appears human, however his stomach is composed of The Ur example of a Japanese tentacle monster . Many a lost lass still resides there... truly a fate better than death! His heart pumps blood everywhere he needs it to, focusing on his lower lance. His potbelly is a fuel tank to a machine of some sort, NightGure thinks is a Gues Ex Machina. His tongue craves Cthulu's famous tea... or it fruit punch.


That is all that shall be Revealed in this Poasted Toast implemented by the NightGrue.

Wait, who am I and why am I talking in the third person? More importantly why am I in a tub filled with water.. or is the water filled with he tub... what is water?