Balaur Manusa

Tired of waiting to get "back to what I once was", I am plunging back into the only world I can call my own ( you know, the world of hopelessly dead things being forced back into the realm of the living by yours truly ).

This is a manipulation created by nothing more than a pair of unwilling mushrooms and a stinky glove

The name is Romanian, a language I frequently butcher ( unintentionally ) to add extra cool to my atrocities