As the sun leaves this hallowed land, neath feet of trodden ground, under cover of darkness, the spirits rise and the devils come forth. For this eve, the land that is, belongs to us, the creatures of shadow. We bring gifts of chaos and mayhem. Havoc and torment is our game… and we will play… Oh, how we will play 😈
The clouds swirled and rumbled below. A storm was brewing. Sitting at his desk, the inventor studied his design. Fingers fumbling across the old papers
We’re nearly there. Where! There! But where is there? There is nowhere, nowhere called there. But there it is, that place called there. But now
When the world is dead and everyone is gloomy, there’s nothing left to do but drink banana smoothies.
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