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.....Our tour continues.

Our doombuggies turn themselves yet again,once more facing forward,as we reach level ground,though it may not be entirely safe,judging by the macabre sight of a boney arm reaching up from a quicksand pool directly to our right.Only a moment do we have to contemplate this,as we turn into the deepest part of the jungle,as we see---though we may scarcely believe our eyes---the club's undead occupants,both human and animal,have gathered in the now jungle-reclaimed garden for a "swinging wake"!
Many strange tableaus meet our gaze;Among them,we see near a headhunter's camp,a quintet of shrunken heads,all hanging from a display rack seemingly within reach,serenade the scene with the strains of "Grim Grinning Ghosts";A ghostly missionary sits in a large black kettle,sharing tea with the ghosts of those who--{well,let's just say they were responsible for his demise!};A phantom rhino has chased a hunter up a dead tree,much to the delight of some nearby hyena!;Another undead huntsman,the one we observed in the ballroom earlier,is getting drunk with his former prey,all differences between them apparently forgotten.Strangest of all among the barons and babboons,the socialites and serpents,is the sight of a trio of well-dressed ghosts,two perched on the other's shoulders in a column,in a slow but inevitable descent into quicksand---from the facial expression of the topmost,you'd think him completely unaware of his situation!
We leave this scene of otherwordly gaiety,as a massive doorway takes us back into the haunted club.Before us,a most unusual trophy room awaits!

Our tour will continue.....

Description
.....Our tour continues.

Our doombuggies turn themselves yet again,once more facing forward,as we reach level ground,though it may not be entirely safe,judging by the macabre sight of a boney arm reaching up from a quicksand pool directly to our right.Only a moment do we have to contemplate this,as we turn into the deepest part of the jungle,as we see---though we may scarcely believe our eyes---the club's undead occupants,both human and animal,have gathered in the now jungle-reclaimed garden for a "swinging wake"!
Many strange tableaus meet our gaze;Among them,we see near a headhunter's camp,a quintet of shrunken heads,all hanging from a display rack seemingly within reach,serenade the scene with the strains of "Grim Grinning Ghosts";A ghostly missionary sits in a large black kettle,sharing tea with the ghosts of those who--{well,let's just say they were responsible for his demise!};A phantom rhino has chased a hunter up a dead tree,much to the delight of some nearby hyena!;Another undead huntsman,the one we observed in the ballroom earlier,is getting drunk with his former prey,all differences between them apparently forgotten.Strangest of all among the barons and babboons,the socialites and serpents,is the sight of a trio of well-dressed ghosts,two perched on the other's shoulders in a column,in a slow but inevitable descent into quicksand---from the facial expression of the topmost,you'd think him completely unaware of his situation!
We leave this scene of otherwordly gaiety,as a massive doorway takes us back into the haunted club.Before us,a most unusual trophy room awaits!

Our tour will continue.....