At 3AM, there was a man- nay, a manchild. This manchild was sent a link by his friend, the dragonmancer. This link was for an rp made by the dragonmancer, about gods or whatever. The manchild's first thought was "oh shit, how about a god of procrastination, and like, he wanted to make immortal evil humans, but forgot to attach the head, and then BAM Dullahans." Before realizing, that really wasn't all that great a setup. And then he decided to do the character sheet when it wasn't 3AM. AND THEN he decided to do a shitty narration with poor grammar, because of the whole 3AM thing. This manchild was Me.