#norgs

I'm the plorgs

Autumn Equinox 

What, you may ask, is a Norg? Well, its a thing. It lives, eats, and breathes on calamity. Why, just the other day I witnessed a small grouping of Norgs catcalling to a herd of bulls. Quickly enraged, the bulls broke out and began to wreak havoc upon the farm, the people living there, and the crops. It was quite a sight to behold. Then, for reasons unknown, the bulls, after finishing their destruction, all sat down and began discussing world politics. I was absolutely in shock. Who knew bulls could sit cross legged?? Its a very odd sight, I promise you. Now, you may be wondering what they look like. Its strange. A Norg has the appearance of an old man, but with too many fingers and toes. Their beards are a sickly green color, and they tend to dress in headless morph suits of the most clashing colors! When they speak it is in a broken up mess of whatever languages they have ever heard in their lifetimes. If you should encounter a Norg, the best advise is to run. Where a Norg goes, there is sure to be disaster, and it is not a pretty thing to behold with one’s eyes. Beware the Norg.