The spiders the size of dinner plates were that island/continent's warning: "Humans not welcome here!"
Obviously, the Aborigines figured out how to live there, and more power to 'em, but damn, if spiders bigger than your face ain't nature's way of saying "GTFO", I don't know what is.
"We programmed him to think only of crime!" - Enrico Matassa
into my bag alongside everything I need to live in these harsh climes - by which I mean, you know, Spring. It's Spring down here. The only problem is that they got these trees by the river, and I'm not allergic to any material on Earth except whatever these trees are putting out. People say it's pollen, but I'm not so sure. It's some kind of bioweapon. It invades the sinuses and roosts, sets up shop; my head audibly creaks as it expands. I have to hold on to shrubs and poles so I don't float into fucking space.
Turns out arboreal cranium expansion pr0n *isn't* one of his kinks.
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Obviously, the Aborigines figured out how to live there, and more power to 'em, but damn, if spiders bigger than your face ain't nature's way of saying "GTFO", I don't know what is.
But we're really bad at taking the hint.
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Will of the Council - Starting with you, each player votes for death goblin.
Turns out arboreal cranium expansion pr0n *isn't* one of his kinks.