Children of the korn..

'You're not paranoid,if they really are watching you!'...



Like most rural communities,O-Town is largely a quiet,and peaceful little Hamlet.
Lazy days filled with the laughter of small children playing under the watchful eyes of their soccer moms,shopkeepers busily sweeping the sidewalks in front of their stores,while all and sundry townsfolk go about the business of living their daily lives at a Rockwellian pace..All quite pastoral,I assure you!

We are reminded however,during these misty mornings,and chilly evenings preceding All-Hallows Eve,of a darker,and much more sinister veil that conceals our deepest fears.
Things that are only spoken of in whispers,out of earshot from the children,and certainly never in the presence of 'Outsiders'...

****Mysteries of O-Town****



What malevolent force compels the inhabitants of O-Town to gather en masse along Main Street at seemingly random times,and for no apparent reason?..



This 'Sprocket of Death',preserved where it fell,is all that remains after Bob Rotary's twin-engine Cessna mysteriously disappeared from the skies above O-Town!


No one alive today knows what ancient race of technologically advanced beings built 'The Great Pyramid' at Filbert Street,or why it was abruptly abandoned before it was completed.


..and perhaps most frightening of all!

It's Monday,..and life is beset with really creepy stuff in Sling's Domain.