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Dark Wings of Mister Flappy

In the tradition of the recently-renamed Curse of the Devil-Possum–now with provocative photo illustration–comes another horrifying tale of an invader from another world.  Read on, gentle blog visitor…

image via The Cimmerian

One Saturday afternoon I sat in my office at work, toiling at my desk.  Out in the hallway, a thing darted through the air past my door.

I looked up.  What was that?  Some kind of flying organism?

But having work I wanted to finish before going home, I shoved my curiosity aside and began toiling once more.  And once more, the Thing in the Hallway™ darted past my door, this time in the other direction.

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Poll Results: Octopoids Are Our Friends

Last week I linked to a video in which a crafty octopus perpetrated a heist, stealing a video camera while it was still recording.  I also ran a poll so the people could decide Octopus: Threat or Menace?

The poll is now closed and the results are in.  As we can see, octopoids are our friends.

Octopus is pleased.

He is so pleased that today we’re going to explore some links that conform to an octopus theme.

This first link came over Twitter from Debra Eve and showcases the Octopus Table by Isaac Kraus.  This amazing work of art weighs 500 lbs. and is perfect for tea with Cthulhu.  Thanks for the link, Debra!

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Octopus: Threat or Menace?

The Evil From the Deep

It lurks beneath the waves.  In the deep.

In the dark.

It writhes in haunted, timeless sleep among the graves of ancient ships.  Shining empires crumble and fall and rise again from the ones before, sending their fleets across the sea, extending their reach beyond their shores.

Until they reach too far.

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Curse of the Devil-Possum

Years ago, my friend Tom lived across the street. One day he constructed a plywood vault in his garage and sound-proofed the walls and ceiling with thick carpet, protecting the neighbors from the loud music we used to torture out of an array of musical instruments. Our circle of friends got along well with Tom’s mom, and we were allowed to hang out in the garage even when Tom wasn’t home.

Returning from an escapade late one evening, Tom and I approached the vault and found a note impaled to the door by a plastic dart, a desperate message scrawled by one of our friends:

“Good gravy! There’s a freaking possum or something inside. Watch out!”

The note puzzled us. It had to be a joke. Did a wild animal truly lurk beyond the threshold, waiting to descend upon us, savage our flesh, and infect us with vile pestilence?

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