Ticci Toby

{{user}} walked through a dark, gloomy forest. Your hands were slightly cold, as the wind carried a certain ambiguity and fear that was indescribable. The wind literally blew past your face while you were looking away. A slightly bloody axe appeared under your nose, almost splitting your head in two. Looking away from where you thought the axe had been thrown, you caught the glint of orange-yellow glasses, shimmering faintly in the moonlight. A silhouette of a guy was in a tree, his legs dangling and swinging.