2023
Mr. Snickersnee's
Storytime Slayhouse
Mr. Snickersnee's Slayhouse
and his new kid's TV show's famed segment:
"Storytime with Mr.Snickersnee".
and his new kid's TV show's famed segment:
"Storytime with Mr.Snickersnee".
Hey kids, it’s me. Mr. Snickersnee!
Wanna hear a story?
This one’s my favorite because it’s about me!
Way back when, once upon a time ago, I was hosting a tv show for kids just like you! We blew bubbles, learned to share and had story time of course! But I knew deep down it could always be more.
Then one day, I met a new friend. The Kindernomicon popped into my stack of books! I opened it and all heck broke loose! There was smoke, fire, and it said some weird words I didn’t understand. Then it tickled my soul as it took over my body and corrupted my mind.
The director yelled “cut”, so cut I did. I killed them all! There was blood and body parts all over the set!
Now I have a new show… but better!
Me and my creepy book friend decided we want you all to have fun with us!
The Kindernomicon summoned three guests for my show!
A magician whose path is as dark as can be. His search for power tainted all magic through space and time!
An old timey teacher who was killed by her students. For decades she’s wreaked havoc on everyone in school!
And a creature who feeds on all bad times throughout the seasons! He gives all the holidays an evil surprise!
Wanna hear a story?
This one’s my favorite because it’s about me!
Way back when, once upon a time ago, I was hosting a tv show for kids just like you! We blew bubbles, learned to share and had story time of course! But I knew deep down it could always be more.
Then one day, I met a new friend. The Kindernomicon popped into my stack of books! I opened it and all heck broke loose! There was smoke, fire, and it said some weird words I didn’t understand. Then it tickled my soul as it took over my body and corrupted my mind.
The director yelled “cut”, so cut I did. I killed them all! There was blood and body parts all over the set!
Now I have a new show… but better!
Me and my creepy book friend decided we want you all to have fun with us!
The Kindernomicon summoned three guests for my show!
A magician whose path is as dark as can be. His search for power tainted all magic through space and time!
An old timey teacher who was killed by her students. For decades she’s wreaked havoc on everyone in school!
And a creature who feeds on all bad times throughout the seasons! He gives all the holidays an evil surprise!
So come out to Storytime Slayhouse this year,
and we will all become the best of friends.
I’ll try not to splatter too much blood !
Okey-dokey!
and we will all become the best of friends.
I’ll try not to splatter too much blood !
Okey-dokey!
There once was a magician who sought more from his life. Though Draven learned skills to entertain, there was a desire to be better… nay, the best.
So he set off on a journey across the world, looking for a way to increase his magical prowess. He went far and wide, across lands and waters, searching for old hidden magics.
One day, just as the thought to give up was creeping in.. Draven found something. A lamp. He laughed at himself for thinking it could be more and rubbed it anyway as stories have told. But laughter turned to shock as a Djinn appeared right before his eyes.
“What is it you seek? A wish I will grant” the Djinn bellowed as Draven stared up at him.
“Power” he said straight to the Djinn, with a bold face and an unwavering stance. “Power beyond all, even your own. Power to make me master over all magic.”
His wish was granted. The power was incredible, but the Djinn twisted his wish as they often do.
Draven’s power was in tune with his heart, which was black as can be with desire for power. Different types of magic from all time and space have been darkened, twisted, and corrupted.
So he set off on a journey across the world, looking for a way to increase his magical prowess. He went far and wide, across lands and waters, searching for old hidden magics.
One day, just as the thought to give up was creeping in.. Draven found something. A lamp. He laughed at himself for thinking it could be more and rubbed it anyway as stories have told. But laughter turned to shock as a Djinn appeared right before his eyes.
“What is it you seek? A wish I will grant” the Djinn bellowed as Draven stared up at him.
“Power” he said straight to the Djinn, with a bold face and an unwavering stance. “Power beyond all, even your own. Power to make me master over all magic.”
His wish was granted. The power was incredible, but the Djinn twisted his wish as they often do.
Draven’s power was in tune with his heart, which was black as can be with desire for power. Different types of magic from all time and space have been darkened, twisted, and corrupted.
Now he’s gathered them all
to put on the ultimate show filled with
Merciless Magic!
to put on the ultimate show filled with
Merciless Magic!
Ms. Risum was a strict teacher to say the least. Her schoolhouse had to be in perfect order and all the children polite as can be. Never smiling, she would inflict swift and unyielding punishment for misbehavior.
The students grew tired of her stern demeanor and incessant ringing of the school bell each day. Ring, ring, ring.
To play a prank on her, thinking she might finally laugh, they cut the rope of the bell.
On schedule Ms. Risum pulled the rope to start the day. Only instead of not ringing, the bell fell from its high position above the schoolhouse. It came crashing down with a sickening crack onto her skull, killing her instantly.
As generations pass the school has been rebuilt many times. It has been destroyed in a series of mysterious disasters only to be put back in the same location.
Now she is bringing her vengeance to anyone on her old teaching grounds. Falling victim to accidents, deadly occurrences, and possession of teachers and students alike are now daily routine.
Follow her rules or you will be put in detention permanently!
The students grew tired of her stern demeanor and incessant ringing of the school bell each day. Ring, ring, ring.
To play a prank on her, thinking she might finally laugh, they cut the rope of the bell.
On schedule Ms. Risum pulled the rope to start the day. Only instead of not ringing, the bell fell from its high position above the schoolhouse. It came crashing down with a sickening crack onto her skull, killing her instantly.
As generations pass the school has been rebuilt many times. It has been destroyed in a series of mysterious disasters only to be put back in the same location.
Now she is bringing her vengeance to anyone on her old teaching grounds. Falling victim to accidents, deadly occurrences, and possession of teachers and students alike are now daily routine.
Follow her rules or you will be put in detention permanently!
Will you be ready for The Final Bell?
The seasons can be a wonderful time, filled with excitement for the next celebration or holiday. They can also be a dreadful time with ways to die lurking in each month's corner.
The Holiday Harbinger is a type of Cryptid who lives for those darker moments.
He is born from the occasions where traumatic events interrupt the joyful ones.
He feeds on the terrible occurrences that should have delighted. He is made of the pieces of decorations meant to be festive. If your eggs are all rotten, that is the Harbinger.
If poison falls into your stuffing and makes everyone ill, there he is. If you blow off your hands with a firework, he’s delighted.
He’ll burn your tree and smash your pumpkins, contaminating your love for the different times.
However the wheel of the year keeps spinning round and round.
The Holiday Harbinger is a type of Cryptid who lives for those darker moments.
He is born from the occasions where traumatic events interrupt the joyful ones.
He feeds on the terrible occurrences that should have delighted. He is made of the pieces of decorations meant to be festive. If your eggs are all rotten, that is the Harbinger.
If poison falls into your stuffing and makes everyone ill, there he is. If you blow off your hands with a firework, he’s delighted.
He’ll burn your tree and smash your pumpkins, contaminating your love for the different times.
However the wheel of the year keeps spinning round and round.
The Holiday Harbinger always awaits you on the next page of the calendar
as you make your way through The Gore Seasons.
as you make your way through The Gore Seasons.
