I turn the rational into the insane, for reasons inane. If you don't keep me in check, your relationship I will wreck. Known as the monster with eyes of green, the only emotion I bring is suffering.

I have three feet, but no arms and no legs. What am I?

I am a mixture of different genetics, from a small mutation that makes two different color patterns, to a mythological beast with parts of several different species.

A guardian of some renown, I perch like a spear. I sit beneath the crown, and strike any who draw near. I am a brethren with a spine, and may let you enter my hall. Against giants I hold the line, but not those who are small.

The use in me is left for dead A single flaw is what infects What's in me can't lift its head Press F, pay your last respects