Originally Posted by The Drifter
I think that there needs to be an influx of old women flocking around our hero. Ripping at his clothes, clawing at his flesh and gumming his skin.
A moving sea of blue hair, wrinkled skin, with the smell of Polident in the air...
They say that most of the things an individual finds scary are not something instilled at birth, but born out of personal experiences over our lives.
So if this really is a genuine fear, HOW exactly did you acquire it?
However, if it's merely a fetish instead... clam it. That's an order.