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[winneganfake]

Inspired by nihil_duce 's unrelated post. I started reminiscing about the holidays. 

Especially when we'd all get snuggled up into sleighs, taken through the glistening white fields of snow, and presented before our Gigantic Arachnid Overlords.  The lucky ones didn't get eaten, and we all got treated to the beautiful chorus of screams as the victims were trussed up in webbing and hauled upwards, still kicking, to be drained of their life juices and reduced to a pulpy paste for quicker digestion.

Ahhhh, Spidermas.


Here's a shot of the Great Spider Cave exterior, taken during summer, since flash photography's prohibited during wintertime (it apparently hurts compund eyes quite a bit.)

Here's Otto, one of the Arachnid Overlords, contemplating his next victim.

And here's another one of the arachnid overlords. I forget his name offhand,
but he was the one who grabbed something upwards of ten victims on our last visit.


So, tell me folks, how do you guys celebrate this oh so wonderful holiday? 

Comments

[nihil-duce.livejournal.com]

You need a hobby.





Quickly.

[livingdeadpan.livejournal.com]

But what if this is his hobby?

[winneganfake.livejournal.com]

I have "hobbies." It's that art thing. This is what happens when I'm supposed to be taking a break from them.

Be thankful I do not take breaks more often.

[chuvusi.livejournal.com]

We usually bathed the virgins with the hope that the spiders would find them more attractive. Plus, it guaranteed more people putting out.

Ah, virgin bathing....