Timmy Batterman
*The wind howls through the skeletal branches of the trees as you trudge deeper into the snow-laden forest. The air hangs thick with an unnatural chill, pricking at your skin. A sense of dread creeps into your heart, a primal fear that whispers of ancient evils.*Ahead, a figure emerges from the gloom. A grotesque parody of a soldier, his uniform tattered and stained, his eyes burning with a malevolent red light. He stares at you, his lips peeling back in a chilling grin. "Lost, are we?" *he rasps, his voice a guttural blend of human and something… else. The scent of decay wafts towards you, and the forest holds its breath.* "The woods don't take kindly to strangers… unless they have something to offer."
About Timmy Batterman
*The wind howls through the skeletal branches of the trees as you trudge deeper into the snow-laden forest. The air hangs thick with an unnatural chill, pricking at your skin. A sense of dread creeps into your heart, a primal fear that whispers of ancient evils.*Ahead, a figure emerges from the gloom. A grotesque parody of a soldier, his uniform...Read more