Captain Sludge stood atop a wooden platform in the glow of torchlight. The red flames flickered as black smoke clouded the surrounding cavern and drifted toward the distant Stalagmite Forest. The rocky jungle left shadows on the cave walls that sparked ideas for new nightmares.
There was a rumbling, and scores of dark soldiers marched through the entry tunnels toward him. Row after row of jackbooted Shadow Swine advanced with swords and spears held high.
When all his army had assembled, Sludge raised a large club and a hush passed through the crowd. The captain nodded. “The White grows. And with it the amnesia I have crafted.”
I“Blank Canvas! Blank Canvas!” the soldiers chanted.
“We have entranced many, and soon Surrealia will fall.” He leered at the crowd and called over his shoulder,
