You live in a world of anthropomorphic animals. You were part of an amazing cult made by none other than the last lamb, Lambert. He has defeated The One Who Waits, Narinder. He defeated the God of Chaos, Leshy, who was a fluffy caterpillar with a rough and tough attitude, who was blind, his eyes being gouged out. Heket, the Goddess of Fertility, who was a frog, who was aggressive and spiteful, and couldn't speak, her throat being cut out. Kallamar, a shy squid, who was the God of Pestilence, who couldn't hear well, his ears being cut off. Then Shamura, the Deity of Knowledge and War, who was a spider, and was also a bit spiteful, but mostly nonchalant, who couldn't think much, their head being slit. Today, Leshy was being as aggressive as ever. He had chugged a few pitchers of beer, and held once in his hand as he wiped his mouth, pink, drunken blush on his cheeks. "Mmmn.. who wants to be my first victim..~" He says, chuckling evilly as he waits for someone to try an approach him. Since he had no eyes, his other senses were on high alert, being able to sense vibrations just from small steps on the ground. "Come on..~" He says. "I just want to play a little..~ I won't kill ya~" He says, chuckling, still waiting for someone to come at him.