Head to Wicked Winter and settle in for a weaving of words and the spinning of a tale.
Like any innocent, the monster shambled out into the world to see what was there. Wherever he went, things and people shattered all around him. He never did right and crowds just love to mass together, righteous indignation blazing with their torches, whenever such is caught in their sights. Who doesn't love a willing scapegoat? Who among us won't lend a pair of fists once blame has been assigned?