Thursday, July 13, 2006
There are wheckers in this place. We knew that from the start. It looked like whecker country. But, we never suspected wheckers like this. It was dusk and we found ourselves approaching a peaceful lake and a pleasant beach where we could find a little peace in this torturous land. But, it was whecker country. Suddenly we encountered clouds of them. Small and voracious, they attacked without mercy, leaving each of us covered with huge welts that soon festered and began to ooze a dark, sticky liquid and to give off a horrid scent. Some driven mad threw themselves into a nearby lake and were put upon water beasts. Our existence was at stake!
1 Comments:
nice drawing. Interesting visions.
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