the twitter thread the artist created after this was one of the best situations i have ever seen in my whole life:
Somebody give this ignoramus a piece of actual shark skin and tell him to rub his face with it, let him find out just how “smooth” sharks really are.
Somebody did. I use it as a pillowcase because it’s so smooth.
But buddy.
Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper. It is made up of tiny teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles. These scales point towards the tail and help to reduce friction from surrounding water when the shark swims. … In the opposite direction, it feels very rough like sandpaper.
An NYPD detective is forced into an early retirement after a case gone awry. He moves into a small idyllic town in Canada. But the town holds a dark secret.
Except the secret in all his head. The town is actually as wholesome and idyllic as it seems to be.
The townsfolk are all just playing along with his investigation to make him feel better about losing his job.
“I don’t get this whole cult thing. What am I supposed to be worshipping?”
“I dunno, Greg. Something with blood?”
“Can it be the Goddess of high blood pressure?”
“That sounds dangerous!”
“Sure, fine. As long as you got your robes hidden in a secret compartment in your closet.”
“I like this. This is fun.”
This is like a twisted combination of Hot Fuzz and Shutter Island
Silent Hill
I like the implications of this comment, that Silent Hill isn’t a haunted town full of supernatural manifestations of your psyche, and it’s actually just cheeky locals dressed up as monstrosities.
