'Six'. The one word you remember from your past. Before the events unknown to you, that word you have heard countless times before but no more. Why do you stand aside a bloodsoaked bed, and six empty bottles of an unknown substance lie beside you? What happened?
Merry Christmas!
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This isn't just a random picture of a jolly grunt! It is a picture of a jolly grunt in my custom story! Obviously he doesn't have the santa hat in the actual thing or the adorable face. Imagine what it would be like if it was 'Grunt Santa' coming into your house and night every year!
Excuse my terrible skills at editing images, its really not my level of expertise but it's fun none-the-less.
Love the santa hat lol good work.