A Continent of Banalities

The Brass Monkeys (I took a break from monsters yesterday. My apologies) The music had grown louder still, and now the musicians themselves came into view. Hannah wasn't sure if they had come over the hill or simply come into focus, like a view through a looking glass. They were monkeys with brass faces. Their wild unblinking eyes were painted white and yellow, and their wide mouths were daubed with crimson. The paint work was shoddy, almost as if the monkeys had not wanted to stand still for the time it took the painter to do his job. Their instruments were wondrous. One had hands that throbbed with veins and with flaps of skin between the fingers. When he banged them together it sounded like a cymbal. One had no lips, but a fleshy horn seemed to have forced its way from behind his brass face. When he laughed it sounded like a muted trumpet in a wild neighing solo. Further back Hannah thought she saw one with bellows for a torso and a reed in his mouth like a lolling tongue. ...

Scap & Stern, The Ossuary Boys Tweedle-Dee Dum and Tweedle-Dee Dee They're throwing knives into the tree Two big bags of dead man's bones Got their noses to the grindstone. Bob Dylan - Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum From a distance and at first glance they’re a couple of obese men with round oafish faces. Upon closer examination the illusion breaks. Their skin is sewn together and whatever stuffing is inside seems to shift like sand. At times the grey bone-meal leaks from the seams. If you let on that you have seen through the ruse, expect to be smothered or sliced up. Scap and Stern are essentially great skin- sacks of a roughly human shapes, filled with bone and gravedust. Created by some Galgenbeck necromancer whom they simply call the master, their goal seems to be to collect items needed in his dark experiments, involving the mutable border between life and death. Interestingly, the boys seem to be in a deep state of de...