|Nothing says a lovely day in the park like four tentacles fighting over a juicy morsel.|
Sarah and I went for a cycle around the city the other day and we came upon the chilling realization that, based on many of the local sites, Regina must be some kind of a dark portal to the Chthonian Mythos.
|This is a 'sculpture' outside our local art gallery.|
|Even the cows are petrified of it...|
|A sacrificial altar near our legislative park.|
|Obviously a place were dark eldritch rights are performed...|
|The idyllic mote-dappled sunshine doesn't fool me for a second.|
|This is the entrance to 'Candy Cane Park'. Right. Sure. Whatever you say...|
|Hmm, I wonder how many children it takes to keep this thing sated?|
Forget the 'Mountains of Madness', we obviously live in the Great Plains of Perdition. Actually, this explains that 'Innsmouth Look' that I often see around town - I had always thought it was too much, you know, luv in the family, but now I know better.
Yog-Sothoth, Azathoth, Spaghettithoth! We're all doomed!!
Now I just need to make a Sanity Roll and we'll return to our regular programming...