Dr. Dume ~ The Doctor is In

Nocturnal Ooze, that ichor that used to flow in the catacombs beneath AlienSkin, is no more.

It has oozed out, it has ceased to be. It has flowed its last and gone into depths too deep to be plumbed.

Way back in October 2003, a story from my very own gore-flecked keyboard called 'The Beer Monster' was the first story in the first issue of Nocturnal Ooze. Oh, okay, it was only because the stories were listed in alphabetical order of author's names, but even so, it was a matter of great pride for me. I did consider using the pen name 'Aaron A. Aardvark' to stay top of the list, but decided against it. I think that was for the best.

So it is with a heavy heart, indeed a whole bag of heavy hearts, I have to report that the Ooze no longer flows. One can but hope that in the subterranean depths it now inhabits, it will happen across new and terrible things to relate to us when, we hope, it returns one day to spread darkness and despair among the quivering masses.

A moment's silence then, for the passing of the Ooze. All is not lost, since I have a jar of it here ready for the Day of Resurgent Sludge, should it happen in my lifetime.

For now, the Ooze is dragging down the daisies, sliming the Choir Invisible, running down the curtain and hiding under the big slab. Let us hope it doesn't rest in peace.

Perhaps it's only pining for the catacombs.