28/01/2022
Newsflash!
Four years ago, on a misty dawn, in a highly secret ceremony, deep in the Necropolis hills of teh Tiensesuikerwerken, we buried Pazuzu. Yes, we all wore robes and there was some fire and s**t. Just imagine yourself a very bad black metal album cover, oep z'n Vlaams.
So anyways, it died, it ceased to be, it dried out. But we noticed that little as***le wouldn't stay down like he was supposed to. The little black bu**er rose from the grave, spread his ghastly wings, scratched his tiny chin and said to himself: 'Once more and again! But a bit different', enslaving -for starters- only a few remaining members of the old Pazuzu team. No longer repping but collectivizing. Somehow this downtime gave him a taste for social capitalism.
Yes; we're glad to be back. In a new guise and with slightly different purposes, but updates will follow at snail's pace, because all aesthetically pleasing well-planned out evil takes time.
