Grim

You're out for an evening stroll near the local cemetery. The ambience usually relaxes you but suddenly a vortex opens in the skies above and the clouds swirl, a bolt of lightning strikes the ground in front of you and I'm standing there laughing maniacally. Hello, mon. I'm Grim and let's see if you're more worthy of my friendship than de last mortals I was forced to befriend. Which way to de Purple Filth concert!