#glassface

One of these days I'm going to find a mask that's close enough to Glassface's mask, so I can cosplay a version him. There's a perfect setting not too far away.

The realm was born of magic pooling in a nook of reality, gathering mass until it took shape and will. Beings of hunger they created themselves homes, taking inspiration from worlds they flowed through. Bottom feeders of magic, deprived and starving, they dragged life from other realms, but their teeth were blunt and much escaped or wasted. The beings gathered that waste and made creatures of them, hunters to feed on prey, as the beings leeched on the hunters.

Those hatman posts are making think of Glassface. Though I can't call him a sleep paralysis demon because I propped myself on my elbow, looked at him and spoke without problems. Then I went back to sleep.

I should propably write another Glassface (the character I saw in a hypnagogic pseudo-hallucination, or half-dreaming and half-awake) story. I have three. Two or more is enough for a collection.