Description

Ten light palms - some with fingertips stripped-down to the bone - rose from the planet. Slimy with rainfall, the rat-gnawed brains of four troopers loomed into view. They moaned in the atmosphere and their cry molded itself right into a term: 'FLLLLLLEEESSSSSSSSHHHHH!wi The Devil Dad has walks in our midst and fled from hell, his trident image printed in to the planet in nations all around the globe. A sizzling beacon.