Subtitle: <center><i>nnnnnnggggg</i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <i>raaaawwwwrrrr</i></center>
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Beware of Snows Goons! (March 8, 2015)
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Run while you can!  It's too late for us...too late for us <b>all</b>. 
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Who could have possibly guessed that raising an unholy army of
Snow Goons (albeit tiny ones) would have calamitous consequences
as the cadre of cold conquerors continue their cadaverous coup
to its catastrophic conclusion!
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The unusually cold snow that forms the base of their evil essence made
it more difficult to form and shape them, forcing us to use...extreme
measures, comparable to the extreme cold which we faced last month, 
and the cold that is in the depth of our hearts.
Of course there are the naysayers who (besides 'nay') say that we could 
have waited a few hours for the temperature to rise.  But time was
not our ally and we needed our army to rise and could not wait for
the temperature to do so first.  Thus we invoked <i>ancient</i>
powers and forces that we thought we understood and, fools though
we were, thought we could control.  Imagine our giddy delight when 
we saw them take shape, defying the so-called <i>laws</i> of physics,
science, and nature itself. To stand, to move, TO LIVE!  TO LIVE I SAY!
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The Snow Goons began to rise.  
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At first they shambled about in their seemingly mindless way,
so tiny, so harmless, so helpless.  So we thought.
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The first thing a Snow Goon does, other than attempting to destroy its
creators, is to create <i>more</i> Snow Goons.
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We watched them trudge around in the snow, going round and around,
moving tiny piles of snow here and there.  We laughed at them, never
realizing what they were doing and how our time for action was running out.
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Imagine our horror as it dawned upon us that that which we sought to 
control was, in fact, beyond us and more powerful than we could imagine,
creating beings even more monstrous than themselves.  The sound of rock 
cracking, deep and bass, shook the ground upon which we stood.  A 
twisted smile faced us, as we understood what doom our folly, our 
blind ambition had wrought.  
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We fled.  But we know it's only a matter of time now before their
vast and tiny armies...wait...what's that noise?  Oh no!  It can't
be!  Not this soon!  Not so many!  So strong!  So tiny!  Aaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhh!!!


000-DSC_7357: Spider Snow Goon.
000-DSC_7371: 
001-DSC_7358: Antennae Snow Goon.
001-DSC_7372: 
002-DSC_7373: Standard Three-Eyed Snow Goon.
003-DSC_7360: 
004-DSC_7361: Monstrous Snow Goon.
004-DSC_7374: 
005-DSC_7363: Basic Two-Headed Snow Goon.
005-DSC_7375: 
006-DSC_7365: They seem to be doing something, moving snow, almost as if they
are trying to build something.
007-DSC_7366: A smile the size of a crevasse rips through the snow revealing a Jabba-the-Hut/Cinnamon Bun Mound Snow Goon.
008-DSC_7369: Mound Snow Goon with shovel arms and its army of Tiny Snow Goons
that created it.
009-DSC_7376: The line-up of Snow Goon (Un?)Usual Suspects ready to march.
010-DSC_7377: The Snow Goons marching off to conquer all that stands in their way and create more Snow Goons!