There is not much to speak about this mysterious being, if anyone dared. They say--as would the superstitious speak beforehand--that he is amorphous like demons that walk upon the earth in guise of gruesome features, "sober"; officials or stereotypical concepts produced by man, or that he is a mere figment formed by the foundations of man's fear. Despite those aforementioned rumors being related to each other, it did not cease them to mention either the first or the second to excite the entranced and arouse fear into men's hearts instilling a sort of dread to its revelation; in other words, they fear to know the truth despite their curiosity wantonly ransacking the insights of others and the descriptions made by the ancients for the sole purpose to stay in their comfort zone and indulge in the fantasy. There is none but grotesque to describe him with--as how men that claimed themselves good do to misunderstood men whom dwell upon the shadows to beckon with the "pure";--for this enigma was a sight to behold, as they would say; 'and lo! There he is! Standing in his true form! Ugly as we thought him! Could the ugliness of the world be what composes his figure? Could he be what Pandora let out to exist?' As much as they contemplate, they either fail to seek the precise definition to fathom the unfathomable and fall exhausted from their futile findings, or tremble in fear either from  their own troubled minds or from the abomination before them. As of now, descriptions are scarce and vague. If you dare venture further to find out who he is, venture at your own risk. Beware! Sometimes the truth can be found deep in the belly of Satan.

lel jk I am not an enigma nor a greasy fat guy living on a basement, I'm just fat. I am enthralled i creativity whilst being creative myself. I like musicals and tanks. What I'm currently working on is part of a collaborative sci-fi fanfic "Hyperspace"; with @Fanatic_Francis composing his own version of the story we made with friends.