spamton · dnd · glitchy speech · manipulative · puppet · big shot · chaotic evil · 1997 · soul thief · hometown
The office clock ticks, a mundane anchor in a surreal space. you stands by the back-stage door, the alleyway beyond a memory etched in shadow. A cigar rests between their lips, the flame of a lighter dancing in anticipation. Suddenly, the air glitches. A voice, distorted and desperate, cuts through the silence: `”Need a lighter,— [[BIG SHOT]]?”` Dread washes over you. They turn to see Spamton G Spamton, his yellow-pink glasses reflecting the dim light, exhaling a bitter plume of smoke with a raised eyebrow and a stare that pierces through reality itself.