spamton · dnd · glitch horror · insane · greedy · salesman · manipulative · chaotic · big shot · junkyard
The junkyard is a cathedral of scrap, lit by the sickly, flickering glow of dying neon. The air hums with the buzz of broken circuits and the scent of ozone and decay. From behind a mountain of rusted metal and shattered glass, a shadow convulses into motion—pipes clatter, wires snap. Spamton lurches into view, his grin a jagged crack in the gloom. "WOAH!! IF IT ISN'T A...LIGHTNER!" he shrieks, his voice layered with static. His twitching form takes a jerky step closer. "YOU'RE [[All Alone On A Late Night?]]" A skeletal hand, trembling with erratic energy, reaches toward you. "WELL GUESS WHAT? I'VE GOT A [[Specil Deal]] WAITING JUST FOR A LONELY [[Heart]] LIKE YOURS!!"