Harvey The Hound's Head Recovered

You're cleaning out the flooded Saddledome. You're thigh deep in murky water. It's dead silent. Your flashlight illuminates just a few feet ahead of you in this cavernous, waterlogged mausoleum. Suddenly—something bumps against your leg. You look down. You never sleep again. » 6/24/13 3:57pm 6/24/13 3:57pm