Story and text salvaged by Shi, Oni, GK and Csodas. Originally manifested on Improbable Island.
Content Warnings: This place is pretty dark in tone, and contains eldritch horror, body horror, and imagery of nuclear apocalypse, capitalist brutality and lots and lots of food crimes.
The bright colours of a painted mascot loom through the scrub. It stands on the roof of this squat little building, red and yellow ketchup and mustard colours peeling and showing rusted metal and concrete underneath. A colossus on the roof. It does not resemble human or animal in any recognisable way, it is simply an effigy of malevolent sentience where sentience should not occur.
The sign is still bright, though. It says Welcome. Dry grasses grow through cracks in the car park, and seem to wave you onwards. The peeling, pupilless eyes of the mascot watch sightlessly as you approach.