summer - bummer

The sun is burning down on you but you still complain its to cold, as you lie on a beach chair made of out of the bones of dead marapets. Batsonia your Eleka Mordo is curled up by your feet and near by a Dracorex dashes down from the sky and picks up a Pythonix from the grey, bone riddled sand and throws it in to the sluggish black water but before it hits the surface a long green tentacle leaps from the water and grabs it dragging it to the unknown. You laugh in amusement as you lie you head back and continue to read the Villains of Marada.

This is your type of summer.