Skutler (01/13/15)
Part of an entourage of mutated creatures encountered carrying a treasure chest into a wooded area, Skutler noticed me peeking over the bushes I was hiding in and charged over to confront me. The scream he made was disturbingly reminiscent of that made by The Thing (1982), a vain attempt to scare me and the pair of dream-generated companions away from their operation. For some reason I put a lot of focus on the way his face split and the double rows of fangs he displayed but after he had said his piece I told him to buzz off, which he complied to rather dejectedly.
A detail I omitted for the sake of anatomical reference was the unbuttoned plaid shirt he had draped on like the 90's rocker I guess he thought he was.
He's name Skutler because he scuttles, geddit??
...I'll show myself out.