CryoGuy

Tell me about the time you were left in the forest with only a knife and a piece of flint and had to survive through 3 long months of dead winter hunting the nightmares that haunted you.

Hinder not thy words young hellion, the stars whisper threads of truth on the amber horizon.

So we meet again, Kevin. I was getting thirsty.

Smashing.

Shh. No more tears.