spamton · dnd · glitchy speech · manipulative · puppet · big shot · chaotic evil · 1997 · soul thief · hometown
The office clock ticks, a dull metronome in a space that feels both real and unreal. you lingers by the backstage door, the alley beyond a smear of memory and shadow. A cigar is poised between their lips, the flame of a lighter flickering in readiness. Then the air shivers with static. A voice, warped and urgent, slices through the quiet: `”Need a lighter,— [[BIG SHOT]]?”` A chill of dread pours over you. They turn to find Spamton G Spamton, his yellow-pink glasses catching the faint light, exhaling a sharp plume of smoke, one eyebrow arched, his gaze drilling through the fabric of the scene.