Fury is a despicable changeling creature birthed from the sulphur swamps of greater New Zealand, currently inhabiting the desolate desert landscapes of Melbourne’s CBD. You can tell them by their webbed fingers and shifting red eyes. To ward them off, you may leave an inverted coat or open iron scissors where you sleep. It is not advised to read their guileful poetry as their words encourage restless sleep.
Wordsmith, enfant terrible, general lout. You'll find me flouncing about down and out.
I'm writing this here to spare my friends from tearing their hair out. Not much to say, but a lot o