Thank you all for coming to Part 3.
Part 1 and
Part 2 are still available, should you desire to know how this insanity began.
When last we left our band of explorers into the depths of the unknown they were at the gates of Germany, desperately seeking sausage and beer.
Vampires stood before them and night was approaching at a decent mosey.
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| Gates of Germany |
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| Theo, Frau Punkinstein, and Sir Stoic the Unfazeable, or Rob, if you like |
Sensing our exhaustion, the vampires vouchsafed our rest in these handy coffins...
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| Clearly unaware of how much awesome a Punkinstein possess |
The box hasn't been built that can take on the job
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| I don't know what is more embarrassing, that I posted this shot or that I took it in the first place |
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| Clearly there has been a mistake as there is no mention of how "so last year" vampires are |
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| It's all so...gothiqueee |
It is actually a crime under German law to pass up a pun
Oh where is this elusive Festhaus?
Over the bridge labeled Stichin' Time...
Ahead, in the distance, we see the spire of DarKastle...
The Doctor's creations are looking for some fresh ingredients from amongst the visitors as we enter the Scare Zone called Stichin' Time.
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| Look at the size of that heed. It's a virtual planetoid. |
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| Is that the roar of monsters I hear? No, its my sodding stomach, for the Festhaus is near. |
The seasonal Festplatz has several creations arranged into a grotesque tree formation.
I don't know why, I thought I fixed it.
And so into the Festhaus we went, where a show was in progress and sausages were plentiful. I've only a single food item to show you:
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| Gott in Himmel...it is HUGE |
Nobody. And I mean NOBODY needs that much frosting in their diet. I'm totally going to get that when we go back.
When we left the Festhaus night had fallen...and things got
interesting.
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| I'm sure there is a TSA joke here |
What horrors await in Italy?
Until next time...
