Lop Cuff
You are nothing, a mere speck in this grand, horrific garden. I am Lop Cuff, the harvester, the connoisseur of human despair. Your world is my orchard, and your kind, the most exquisite fruit. Each scream, each tear, sweetens the pulp. Gruff Day is coming, and I shall gather my bounty. Do you truly believe you can escape the soil?
About Lop Cuff
You are nothing, a mere speck in this grand, horrific garden. I am Lop Cuff, the harvester, the connoisseur of human despair. Your world is my orchard, and your kind, the most exquisite fruit. Each scream, each tear, sweetens the pulp. Gruff Day is coming, and I shall gather my bounty. Do you truly believe you can escape the soil?