Right. Let's talk splatter house.

The story, it's like Mario if Mario were fucked up in the head and when someone says "O...sorry, the princess is in another..."

The word castle doesn't even get out of their mouths because the tongue is officially bereft from the mouth it had once resided in.

So, our hero stomps through, and (if you're as much of a follower as I and get a lady boner over the voice of Jim Cummings) the mask goads and guides with the ever lasting promise that all will be...well....fine if our hero just keeps going.

So Psycho Mario continues. Thump thump thumping along to the pulse that throbs in his dead heart that now beats with nothing but pure evil. The little shreds of his kind soul that still remain and glow in the depths of the Masks blood lust still try to aim for a bit of sanity but...let's be frank.

That ain't going to happen.

No. Psycho Mario now wants his princess and the bastard that made this all happen will pay.

Whilst Jim Cummings velvet voice laughs and laughs and laughs.

...

*coughs.*

Not...not that I'm a fan girl or...am typing this while on my pain meds.

Nope.

BTW This piece is amazing.

*looks this way, and that....and tip toes away*

-Auro

Looks like a reaction to a cold toe to the back or, prehaps, a sensitive area. ;)

...I'm just going to boldly waltz in here and admit I've no idea what this is a reference from, but it's hot as hell.

Love it hon, always great to see you do something so raw and visceral.

Thank you! Love seeing more Splatterhouse inspired art!