Mason visited an old air base in his local area and his wild imagination kicked in, the end result was this…enjoy.
Have you been lately, to an old airfield, walked a cycle track, looked at the boggy areas, looked at the underground vents on the cycle tracks, can you here the lungs of the underground pumps. Like an eighteenth century steam pump engine, an unusual life of it’s own. Go a little deeper in mind, at least, ask, what under the earth is going on. Well my friend we will get to that soon. I am Mason Cult Metaphysical Warrior trained on Mars by Cosmic Adepts I operate in England in Turkers Wood near York with my assistant Boc Hondo and eighteen outcasts and we have been told through the cosmic jungle drum to start the investigation into underground genetic development by the dark and discarnate forces living and breeding near and around World War Two, airbases they arrive hidden to the side, with flocks of geese slipping down to earth hatches in ovoid protection, blue grey plasma occasionally. They are caught in sight of mortals and seem angry, but disbelief and resources stop investigation. As large local farms owned by gentry are harnessed under a very threatening spell.
