BEAUTIES TO BEHOLD
Lovely, what? Innocent, eh? That’s exactly what the triffids want you to think.
Lovely, what? Innocent, eh? That’s exactly what the triffids want you to think.
Valentine blossoms in the Black Forest of Death
A gather of triffid food sighted by the loon When informed of the gather, the triffid responds with some emotion. Following the sting of tranquility, the triffid informs the loon that the prey falls into a mellow contemplative state as the frond of digestive envelopment descends.
Her name is Brunhilde.
The sky was burning with the soft pink and silver of a cloudless summer dawn. Willa makes a quick sketch of daybreak.
The loon was granted an audience with the triffid Supreme Commander, Western Hemisphere. Somehow the loon has come to be regarded as a sort of mascot or good luck charm to the triffid forces. He thanks his lucky stars that he is not a vegetarian. In fact, he urges all vegetarians to get out the […]
This happens whenever the loon drinks his ‘special’ medicine.
Because: Birdie Tebbets Preacher Roe Granny Hamner I mean, come on, GRANNY?
I have nothing to say today, and so I’d like to take this opportunity to say it.
This is the Forest Prime Evil, a hoot and a holler down the road from the Forest Secondary Evil. Hack your way in there, and boy howdy, you’ll soon see why it’s Prime. If you happen to escape (I laugh), sure you’ll be wearing the mark of fear forever and a day. What’s in there? […]