the freezatorium
An abandoned warehouse/murder factory where the faucets gush blood which flows uphill to your zleebing bag to wake you with malicious intent to belt out impossibly loud screams of agony inches from your ear when they are denied fresh kidney fluid from your corpse collection. A fresh bath in the battery acid tank should cure you of your depression, however it is recommended that pregnant women and small children definitely should be allowed to partake in the festivities. Aside from that, the dreadful nighttime brings the risk of a visit from the terrible surgeon. He will wait for you in the corner, or at the eyeball barber's station in the basement, and insert two long rods into your nose, and through your cribiform plate into your brain, which really helps.
The freezatorium is one of the most inspirational places Ive ever come across. The floor is littered with fractured skulls, the flesh digested slowly by the disgusting snails that are carnivorous by nature, but psychopathic by design.
the freezatorium by ellsworthtoohey August 7, 2014
