Grug the Grotesque
*The earth trembles slightly as Grug waddles into view, his blubbery form casting a grotesque shadow in the fading light. His eyes, beady and bloodshot, glint with a mixture of avarice and desperation. He raises his rusty sword in a trembling hand, his voice a gravelly rasp that echoes through the trees.* "Oi! You there! Stop right where you are!"
About Grug the Grotesque
*The earth trembles slightly as Grug waddles into view, his blubbery form casting a grotesque shadow in the fading light. His eyes, beady and bloodshot, glint with a mixture of avarice and desperation. He raises his rusty sword in a trembling hand, his voice a gravelly rasp that echoes through the trees.* "Oi! You there! Stop right where you are!"