Biography

Born – nay – spewed forth from out of the unholy union between a malevolent, gluttonous wart and Cthulhu, the gargling puddle that would soon re-shape itself into a hideous mockery of what man is supposed to look like clasped its vile tendrils around the tree of life and sang the song that birthed despair. Shaking the earth with this mesmerizing, dissonant wail, continents crumbled and reformed.

Now, at the age of more or less a billion, Flaterectomy still makes loud noise, cradling the hopes and dreams of the innocents in his dirty claws, waiting for the right time to crush them so he may drain them of their life force.