Thinking (in) bouts about Cropscruel... Which is who the blog is named after..... Before getting damage to the brain from the arrow, he was much more considerably a threat. His objective prior to when the story takes place was to just pave a path in blood because "someone has to do it!"- but would still frequently describe himself as being the 'heart of gold' of the group he's associated with. "Mutilating them with the... bits and bobs of decency,". He has an incredibly artistic mind and would put his creatives to use when hunting people down. But, tragically, his reign of terror has come to a jarring halt despite his insistings otherwise; He gets shot in the head with an arrow in the dark of night and is completely oblivious to it. He can not see it in his own reflection. He can not feel it there. It alters how he perceives things in special ways.
He finds some strange sense of artistic beauty in not being able to capture the 12 year old he was paid to maim. The little twerp just seems to be slipping from his fingertips, and it's funny, is it not? His mind is clouded by these increasingly absurd executions for how to capture and...At the very least, hurt this kid. Like, ideas that delve far beyond just mere 'stepping in a trap and having a piano fall on you' kind of stuff.