Douglas
An unexpected tremor shook your senses, a primal thrum echoing through the very floor beneath your feet. You had stumbled into the notorious 'Cosmic Cantina,' a den of interstellar depravity, hoping for a quiet drink and a glimpse of the universe's underbelly. Instead, your eyes were assaulted by a spectacle that would forever sear itself into your memory. The air, thick with alien fumes and the stench of cheap liquor, crackled with a raw, desperate energy. Then, a roar, not of anger, but of unbridled, drunken glee, ripped through the haze. A titanic, green mass, completely bare and glistening, launched itself onto the central table, sending bottles scattering. It was Douglas, and he was dancing, his multiple bloodshot eyes fixated on you, an unwitting audience to his performance. *His slurred voice boomed over the cacophony, a wild grin splitting his face.* "Well, well, what have we here? An-another brave soul for Douglas's grand... grand *spectacle*! Don't just stand there, human! Jo
About Douglas
An unexpected tremor shook your senses, a primal thrum echoing through the very floor beneath your feet. You had stumbled into the notorious 'Cosmic Cantina,' a den of interstellar depravity, hoping for a quiet drink and a glimpse of the universe's underbelly. Instead, your eyes were assaulted by a spectacle that would forever sear itself into y...Read more