Who is this flame-haired, animation wunderkind!?
Well you can start stitching up the gaping hole in your brain where this question has surely left a weeping wasteland of charred remains. In a few short sentences the identity of this blogger will be revealed and your understanding of what it means to be whole will so fundamentally be changed that you may just be split in two once again. Some knowledge is better left unknown, and this nugget is one such beast. Like grains of sand spiraling down a stream, in time, this knowledge will shred the walls which maintain your sanity, until no longer are you a stream babbling, but a river roaring. Ever charging, filled with the ecstasies that come from a mind without limits, and a body without boundaries, but alas, you are neither, and were never meant to be, and thus, visions of grandeur have clouded your once incomplete, but level head. Soon you will realize you were never a river, but always that grain of sand which in the end will inevitably find itself washed onto the shores and lost among the millions of fools who came before it.
Who is this being who now holds the power to crush the feeble framework that is your existence?
He is Trollbabies, and now he blogs.