undead fungus

A tall black and white figure stands above the crimson bloodied sky. Red intestines and decapitated babies rain from the skies, falling into a void-like sea of blood that engulfs the world. Only the seven peaks remain battling against the storm, making their last stand to keep above the sea of the end, barely standing atop the all-consuming hell. The thunderstorm rages. The end is night, only four more days. 

In other words, I am Fungus. I like tabletop roleplaying games, I like to design,  and I like paper. Hello.