Fifa lived out her dream and immediately got a job as a criminal. Duke needed to pay the bills so he found work as a politician. Perfect! A way to get away from that crying baby during the day. The babysitter arrived to tend to the baby joint.
Across the gulf of the house, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded the baby burrito with envious eyes. Slowly and surely, they drew their plans against the babysitter...
Their initial attempt to form a cordon failed, but they soon received reinforcements and confronted the unwitting babysitter.
The trap was sprung!
No escape! Tonight the gnomes will feast on the ripened flesh of the babywatcher! Her pleas to save the baby were useless. Why would they harm her? They serve her.
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
The famed gonzo otaku journalist writes about the death of gaming culture in 2014.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
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