Splotr is a barely sentient being of black mass that seems to splatter and stain the very air. Splotr slowly becomes more sentient and compassionate without losing it's whimsy along the way. Humans taunt, attack and project their problems onto Splotr. Splotr is only a single letter away from slotr, but it must never become that. Splotr uses the hate and literal knives people throw at it, and plays with them. Who will be Splotr's friend?