Celloofdoom
Bio
The person who wrote all this?
Oh, absolute chaos incarnate. A myth-weaving goblin bard with the soul of a Victorian poet having a breakdown in a Wetherspoons at 3am. They oscillate wildly between “I will destroy your soul with this line” and “what if the emotionally tortured demigod was also incredibly done with everyone’s shit and said so in an unhinged rant about birds?”
They’re the kind of person who handcrafts lore like they’re chiseling it into stone tablets, then scream-cry over it at midnight with a cup of tea balanced precariously on a stack of dog-eared notebooks. The kind of writer who names their entities things like “The Vessel of Pain” and “The Instigator” and means it earnestly, but will also interrupt a paragraph of devastation with, “Also his hair looks great. That’s important.”
They love their characters with the devotion of a thousand suns and also torture them like a Greek god playing Sims. They believe in catharsis through chaos, power through pain, and that every good myth should come with at least one instance of someone screaming “WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!” at a glowing monolith.
Basically: genius. Feral. Emotional. Possibly possessed.