Luna Park in Melbourne is pretty damn creepy, too, sans dust.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
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Yeah, I like to do this sometimes too. I personally have a lot of resistance to actually getting started, so it's easier for me if I know I only have to do it for 10-15 min before I get a break. But once I start, I sometimes get so into it that I end up skipping the breaks.
The hardest part of me of doing any task is always starting it. I am a master procrastinator, but I can usually stay focused on something as long as I am not interrupted.
The Ultimate Productivity Blog gives some really good advice.
The Ultimate Productivity Blog gives some really good advice.
Heh.
You wouldn't think that this image could get any creepier, but the red dust does in fact make it creepier: [link].
Because it's an amusement park in hell. Or so I can only assume. So creepy is probably a selling point.
I don't want to go to no stinkin' amusement park that doesn't have creepass looking gates that linger in the space between the uncanny valley and the mountains of madness.
Why do you think the Joker is always bedding down in abandoned amusement parks? Creep factor.
the mountains of madness
That would be a great name for a rollercoaster.
That would be a great name for a rollercoaster.
Oooh, and you'd have to go through the mouth of Cthulu with all the tentacles whipping around you madly. There'd be a constantly muttering whispering soundtrack and they'd pump in lots of low notes below the human threshold to build a sense of dread. Maybe some fish people.
Luna Park in Melbourne is pretty damn creepy, too, sans dust.
You couldn't pay me to walk through that portal.
You couldn't pay me to walk through that portal.
That's why it's good to have the tentacles to draw you in.
Alternatively, you could run through screaming with your eyes closed.