The Singing Ringing Tree is a musical sculpture in Lancashire, England. It is made of galvanized steel pipes that produce a dischordant choral sound that simultaneously resonates a range of several octaves whenever the wind blows through. Source
EXCELLENT. We’ll need at least sixteen more. And can you equip them with vuvuzelas?
….Why did we, as a race, do this? This is DEFINITELY going to summon something down from the void beyond the stars to feed upon us all.
Why are we so sure that this void-dwelling horror is coming to eat us, tho? Prey drawing in a predator with vocalizations is not usually how things work. (Granted, most preys are less stupid than humans, but the point stands.)
It’s more likely that the Singing Ringing Tree is going to accidentally function as a transgalactic mating call, a siren song that resonates into the void and draws some monstrous alien leviathan from the abyss between stars to copulate with the Earth, hoping our planet will sire a vicious clutch of discordant-voiced offspring to unleash upon the stars.
I threw the Pokeball again. And then I missed. And then I threw one again, and I missed. I missed both times. And then I threw one, and I missed. This went on for several hours. And then I threw another. And then I missed. And then I was out of Pokeballs. And then I got sad. I had a popsicle. And then I passed out in the Florida Heat™
. Then I woke up, and then I got more Pokeballs. And then I threw one. And then I missed. I missed again. I threw one. I hit something, but it wasn’t what I was going for, so I guess I missed. I passed out again. Had another popsicle. I had a dream that I was throwing Pokeballs at something. I missed. I went to a Poke Stop to get more Pokeballs. I missed. I got the revive. I put it back, but I missed. I dropped onto the floor.
