The hour draws near. My glory will be known. Prepare.
nigh, the hour draws nigh…
CODE PUCE!!!
(puce is closest to puke.)
watches in horror as Velma prepares to break the final seal on the Dark One’s prison
The code color is maroon, as in “don’t open the cooler ya maroon.”
Is the opening of this cooler going to be anything like the opening of the fridge in Ghostbusters?
Demonic Fishheads…BAND NAME!
Velma, I think you may have THE weapon of mass destruction. Ask Georgie to Fed-Ex it to Kimmy boy in N.Korea, will you?
[helium inhalation] fish heads fish heads rolie polie fish heads. Fish heads fish heads eat them up yummmmm.[/hi]
Well, 19:00 passed, and I was safely underground, on the subway. Hurtling eastwards, you understand. Eventually I got off at Spadina and grabbed the streetcar to go south to the library. I glanced at the sky. True, it was cold and windy, and there were few people around (well, ‘few’ for Chinatown, which meant that I could actually find space to breathe on the streetcar).
But I saw no strange cloud formations in the southeastern sky, in the direction of Michigan. No newly-created mutants roamed the streets, although there were two men fighting in the intersection south of Spadina Avenue and Cecil Street. No strange electromagnetic phenomena fizzed off the conductive surfaces of the streetcar. No Words of Doom were blazoned across the sky; no screams of damnation and despair filled the air.
Clearly, something has Failed to Happen.
I look at the most recent posts, and see that they’re timestamped as late as 20:37 EDT. The last post from Velma was a disturbing number of hours ago.
What has happened?
Has The Evil had its way with Velma and her unfortunate husband? Has it gone underground, spreading insidiously through aquifer and soil, confounding those who expected Hollywood special effects? Will gelatinous tentacles sprout unexpectedly from the ground, pulling joggers and toy poodles to their doom?
Am I in trouble now because I live in a semi-basement apartment?
She opened it and discovered some sort of time dilation device. It’s all relative to her, she doesn’t realize that one of our seconds equals 10 of her minutes. The only thing that could possibly tip her off would be the SDMB loading incredibly slowly.
:smack:
Looks like she won’t notice.
Nope. I loved it! 
The Cooler of Death is not impressed. I was expecting… more. Perhaps I will return later when the world is ready.
Those of you who have sworn your loyalty, you will know when that time comes. Should it be tomorrow, or in another thousand years, I will return. You shall be remembered, and you will be rewarded. To the rest, I bid you farewell.
Well. It’s all over. The cooler is open, The Evil is out and all over our lawn. The dog drank some.
I can’t really say for sure what it contained. It was a greenish, blackish liquid, with some floating cheezy crackers that were suprisingly intact. That’s some crazy preservatives Kraft has going on, there.
NLH drained it out, and then the smell came, and we retreated into the house.
If you reeeaaaallllly want to see for yourselves, look here. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Is that a BOOT in there?
I see no fish. Were there no fish?
Dear god, if they found that in the Iraqi desert, they would assume that they found their growth medium.
Best. Four sentances. Ever.
I, for one, was hoping for a living fish. However evil is just as good I suppose. Well let us know when the walls start bleeding.
Give us the details we couldn’t see (Sorry hon, you got nuthin on Ansel Adams) Was there a nice grey film on the surface of the water? Was the odor sweet? Pungent? Spicy? Did it smell like black olives? To the right and slightly above the beer bottles on photo number three is an unidentifiable grey mass. What was that? Is it alive? Did you taste it? Did you name it?
So many questions. Don’t keep us hanging!
The unidentifiable grey mass is…unidentifiable. That is why the photo is titled “I don’t know what this is.” I don’t know if it is alive, but it was pulsating, a little. Hey, it’s not like I was going in for a closer look there.
The water smelled like…evil. Really, we only got a whiff and we ran. Think of moldy macaroni and cheese and tuna and then set it in the sun for a year, with a wet sock.
Ansel Adams never had to work under these conditions.
Excellent lighting on the first two pictures!! Very ominous and spooky.
Your Link is Down! I wanna see the evil! I wanna see the evil!