Holy Flurping Shnit

In Fable II, there is a demon door. You know the one.

Behind this demon door, there is a lodge. You know the one.

This lodge is a tranquil little cabin, a chalet nestled in a peaceful forest and blanketed by a deep layer of pure, driven snow.

You know the one.

If you enter into this bucolic little lodge, a Kinkade-ian little cottage not out of place inside an ornate snowglobe, you will literally piss your pants.

I shat myself the first time I encountered the winter lodge. Literally, shit flew out of my body like Keiko the whale jumping for freedom at the end of Free Willy.

So it's interesting that tonight, for the first time ever, I see the cover of Nick Cave's Murder Ballads.

The resemblance is staggering.