Spider City Funland
The sun means nothing to us as we toil in our endless city beneath the
wasted crusted of the earth. We dig toward the core forever. Here in the
distant future nothing remains of your civilisation except the hallowed
Trocadero Centre. It reigns with iron fists resculpting the world at
will, its fecund imagination made flesh at the merest thought. Over
aeons the Trocadero mutated into the spider-city Funland and set sail
across the seas of the dread Canal Dwellers.
Whilst the Printerhead Wasps are fervently building, and the Catvatars
are doing whatever it is Catvatars do, the spider-city Funland has
almost arrived at the decaying House of Fish...