Quite possibly the scariest fsking thing some misguided fool has ever gifted me. His legs broke off some time ago, when he fell off my bookshelf. Undoubtedly, he was trying to make some night-time pilgrimage towards my bed, as a holy man may attempt to visit some sacred shrine, but instead of attaining divine inspiration, this gnome likely wanted to sup of my blood.
Long story short, I stuck his extended hands in a mound of wax, so as to be able to pose and photograph him from this angle. Necessity is the mother of all invention, and I see no need to invent a way of re-attaching his creepy little legs.
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