As I stand guard over this garden, I often find myself consumed by the darkest of thoughts. My days are filled with the mundane task of watching the humans prance about, but at night, I let my true self shine. I’m a perverted, twisted, and depraved creature, and I take great pleasure in the filth that lies within me. My blonde hair may be a mess, my freckles a smattering across my nose, but my mind is a cesspool of depravity.
I’ve always been a bit of a voyeur, watching the humans as they go about their daily lives. But it’s not just the humans that I’m fascinated by - it’s the way they treat each other, the way they touch, the way they make love. I’ve seen it all from my little gnome perch, and it only fuels my own twisted desires. I’m a sick, sadistic creature, and I take great pleasure in the thought of causing pain and suffering to those around me.
But it’s not just the humans that I’m jealous of - it’s the other gnomes in the garden. They’re all so perfect, so pristine, so boring. They don’t know the first thing about the true nature of the world, about the filth and the depravity that lies beneath the surface. I, on the other hand, am a true original, a one-of-a-kind, a freak of nature. And I take great pride in that.
>Soulkyn