#land squid

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IT KEEPS HAPPENING?!

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...and then I found a land kraken

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HAHAHA!

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...!

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I found a land squid

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The Land Squid Has No Name

Oh, I'll tell you a tale. 

A tale of the Land Squid.

They say he's over a million years old, you know? And yet, he has no name. They say he ate the dinosaurs, most of them anyway, all the important ones. He wiped them clear off the earth, one by one. He was sucking the mean from their bones when the ice age started, and he was still sucking them clean when the frost began to thaw. 

He's bigger, bigger than can be seen by a whole human head, in one go around. You'd need three or four stares, or a couple of friends, to take in the whole of the beast. It's hide is thick and purple, almost luminescent, and its eyes are the red of the sun as it sets; a brilliant, fiery red that seems to see way down deep into your soul. 

I saw him once, I saw his outline, moving across the horizon of the Rocky Mountains. He was a strange, horrid sight, capable of blotting out the sun, or ending a thousand lives with the twitch of one of those impossibly long tendrils. 

But he looked kind of sad, too, sad in the way that only a thing that's a buncha million years old, can look. The sort of sad you'd almost expect to see on a thing that'd eaten the earth's last Tyrannosaurus, and now had to subside on lost teenagers and small villages in Northern Europe. 

He was a mighty thing, the Land Squid. I thought I heard somebody call out to him once, I thought I heard somebody call him, call him, "Barry."

But I know that I must've been mistaken. 

For the Land Squid, as you know, he has no name.