Halloween 2020: Chris resurrects the Slime Pit!

What do you do if it’s almost Halloween and you need to slime some action figures, but you can’t find your Masters Of The Universe Evil Horde Slime Pit? If you’re Chris, you gather up some spare parts and build your own. This is our first new Halloween article in quite some time, and it’s a big one. So come up to the lab and see what’s on the slab… it’s time to get your goop on!

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“Do you know how I knew your name was Doc? You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout, don’t you? I can remember when I was a little boy, my grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it ‘shining.’ And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the shine to us. Just like you probably thought you was the only one… It’s just that, you know, some places are like people. Some shine and some don’t. I guess you could say the Overlook Hotel here has something about it that’s like shining… Well, you know, Doc, when something happens, it can leave a trace of itself behind… Not things that anyone can notice, but things that people who shine can see… I think a lot of things happened right here in this particular hotel over the years. And not all of ’em was good… There ain’t nothin’ in room 237. But you ain’t got no business goin’ in there anyway. So stay out. You understand? Stay out!”

“Grady?… Delbert Grady?… Mr. Grady, you were the caretaker here. I recognize you. I saw your picture in the newspapers. You, uh, chopped your wife and daughter up into little bits. And then you blew your brains out… Mr. Grady, you WERE the caretaker here.”

“That’s strange, sir. I don’t have any recollection of that at all… I’m sorry to differ with you, sir. But you are the caretaker. You’ve always been the caretaker. I should know, sir. I’ve always been here. Did you know, Mr. Torrance, that your son is attempting to bring an outside party into this situation? Did you know that?… He is, Mr. Torrance… Your son has a very great talent. I don’t think you’re aware how great it is. But he is attempting to use that very talent against your will… A very willful boy. A rather naughty boy, if I may be so bold, sir… Perhaps they need a good talking to, if you don’t mind my saying so. Perhaps a bit more. My girls, sir, they didn’t care for the Overlook at first. One of them actually stole a pack of matches and tried to burn it down. But I corrected them, sir. And when my wife tried to prevent me from doing my duty, I corrected her.”

They Just Don’t Make ‘Em Like They Used To, Huh?

“The structure of this roof cap is exactly like the kind of telemetry tracker that NASA uses to identity dead pulsars in deep space… Something terrible is about to enter our world and this building is obviously the door. The architect’s name was Ivo Shandor; I found it in Tobin’s Spirit Guide. He was also a doctor. Performed a lot of unnecessary surgery. Then, in 1920, he started a secret society… After the first World War, Shandor decided that society was too sick to survive. And he wasn’t alone. He had close to a thousand followers when he died. They conducted rituals up on the roof; bizarre rituals intended to bring about the end of the world, and now it looks like it may actually happen.”