It's the guy who never skips the first half of arm day: The Possessed.
Look at him! He's furious! His absurdly swollen limb has torn right through his regulation Naughty Cultist (Generic) robe. It gets chilly down in the damp cave where they perform their brazen rites to Nghtha-Ky'Badan, and his goosebumps are now the size of blood oranges.
Plus, female fiddler crabs keep giving him the wink, and that's just not right.
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