C.A.B.
3rd Level White Feather
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<u>Liner Notes:</u> Oh, I remember the end-of-summer Saturday nights as a kid. There was a chill on the wind as we crept into Autumn towards Halloween, but it was still warm enough to sit outside on the porch and watch an old black and white T.V. with rabbit ears… as the night grew blacker and the hour, later, one lost all peripheral vision to the spooky glow of the television, and <i>anything</i> could be out there… lurking… in the dark. Perfectly timed with the eerie opening music of the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5TotRnw1dM">Creature Feature</a> movie hour or the six-fingered hand of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ok6uzndOmPA">Chiller Theater</a> as it rose from the sparse and forlorn swampy landscape. A pitch perfect atmosphere to frighten you to the bone.
And tonight is Saturday night, and its also the end of summer… so what better time to introduce my latest ongoing series and flagship of <b>C.A.B.'s 2013 OktoberFetish Celebration</b>, "RUST." A collaboration between myself and the Tzar of the TMF and renowned fetish author, Myriads.
Somewhere, in one of the ten thousand forgotten wooded valleys of New England's Adirondack mountains, the town of Rust lies broken and dangerous like the twisted mind of a dying madman. A once flourishing lumber boomtown at the turn of 19th century, it is now a mostly abandoned place where wickedness and strange denizens dwell. "Don't go near Rust," a nearby college student manual warns, "This is a town best avoided." Of course, what young college student worth their salt listens to student manuals? Visit Rust? Go on… I dare you.
Welcome to Rust.
And tonight is Saturday night, and its also the end of summer… so what better time to introduce my latest ongoing series and flagship of <b>C.A.B.'s 2013 OktoberFetish Celebration</b>, "RUST." A collaboration between myself and the Tzar of the TMF and renowned fetish author, Myriads.
Somewhere, in one of the ten thousand forgotten wooded valleys of New England's Adirondack mountains, the town of Rust lies broken and dangerous like the twisted mind of a dying madman. A once flourishing lumber boomtown at the turn of 19th century, it is now a mostly abandoned place where wickedness and strange denizens dwell. "Don't go near Rust," a nearby college student manual warns, "This is a town best avoided." Of course, what young college student worth their salt listens to student manuals? Visit Rust? Go on… I dare you.
Welcome to Rust.
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