Since darkthroning in the city is so dangerous,* I decided last eve to troo kvlt with the SBH twixt trees & trolls & yeah actions incongruous but you try toting both a viking axe & berserker rage over the concrete of your burg, smart guy/gal. Even Olaf would be taken down by a .45.
First these guys, then those sneaky sciuridae.
I suppose that you're hungry, too.
The spinner of this probably is. Better call Shatner.
Close enough. No killer frogs, though.
Aren't they cute? You shut up, you know who you are.
Wish I had gotten a better perspective; this sucker was mighty ominous.
As ominous as the lowest water level I've seen in a good while.
Scanning for suckers? St. Francis of the Squirrels is not fooled.
One bit, two bits, orb-its, a dollar.
Even the trees have Reflective Powers.
For they too know that Roots sucks.
Add a corpse, some ravens, B&W it, et voila, black metal album cover.
Every town has one.
*since we oft stroll near there, I or my ghost will let you know if we get plugged