Suddenly I'm seized by a strange fear of being watched by a gang of Euro-carnies. Kinda spooky...

I'll just leave this here for now

"Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.
Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.
Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look behind words that have changed their meaning.
No one ever said elves are nice.
Elves are bad."
— Terry Pratchett, Lords And Ladies

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFldB...c-HM-fresh+div

Fanfuckingtastic.

Join the carnival !!
 

Ciao bambino, il carnevale è molto fantastico.
Vi prometto che lo godrà!!!
Was'n los du??? Willst du nicht Herr Affengiraffe futtern ????
El es de lo mas a-mis-to-soooooooooooooooooo !!!
Oh wait ! i get it now .... Vous êtes ici pour joindre le carnaval ? Non ?

Okay, here you have more fantasticomics, while Shyria Dracnoir decides if he wants to join my fantabulous fantastique carnival!

http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF004-Dea..._the_Devil.gif
http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF021-Skeleton_Clown.gif
http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF065-Sweet_Candy_Inc.jpg
http://pbfcomics.com/?cid=PBF114-Mime_City.gif

Oh, Tish, that was Italian. *swoon*

This thread is fantastic now. :D

....Si?

http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs51/f/20...y_monk_art.jpg

Fantastic: Delivered.

Mirai, you have let me figure out the source of a childhood memory that I've been trying to recover for years. That was fucking fantastic in of itself.

Part of me wonders if this is like "There is a monster at the end of the book" were we all post "this is fantastic, look no further" but at the end we'll all just realize the fantastic at the end of the book is ourselves.

That, or a stick made of Fanta.

This thread is horrible lie. :(

There ain't no men raining from heaven.

This thread is nothing but posting images that any jerk could dig up out of the internet nothing fantastic is happening here at all.

You and you alone evade my scorn. Your italliannessity is the stuff fantasticness is made of.