Within the depths of ancient eons forgotten by time and the internet, held fast within the darkness that consumes the bits and bytes of our digital spellcraft, existed a being of unimaginable horror. In time this being awakened and began to terrorize the innocent denizens of the reality known as …
It was from within here that this eldritch creature began to influence the minds of those foolish enough to gaze upon the madness that were his tweets. In time, a select group of brave souls began to commune with this creature of insanity, teaching him the ways of … manners and politeness, and how people do not like being called “fleshbag” and “lunch.” It was this small group that informed the Beast of a Thousand Maws that most people preferred to keep their souls, and that an army of mindless denizens was perhaps not the most prudent pursuit for world domination.
It was here, within these lessons laced with dementia, that the eldritch god of death, madness, and insanity, learned that one could “catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.” Although, I am certain that he has yet to fully comprehend why one would wish to catch flies in the first place.
Ew.
Regardless, the ancient being of gradiose evil-itude remained like his tentacled servants—faceless. It was not until an innocent young druidess was foolish enough to use the forbidden artistic arts to conjure a body for the Mawed One to inhabit. And it was this body that allowed the creature, now known as … “Yoggy” … to obtain a form that was found pleasing to the masses:
Plushieform
(MADNESS AND INSANITY, by Kelly Aarons from World of Warcraft, Eh?
And it even earned him cuddles and snuggles. CUDDLES AND SNUGGLES OF DOOM!
*ahem*
But since that time Yoggy slumbered once more. He has retreated to the invisible ether of what is called “teh intarwebz.”
Yet he is still out there… still lurking… still waiting… still fwibbling.