Her womb was so polluted....

Our soldiers come out prepared.

Look Mommy! We found Kittens!

Moments later, the "kittens" mother crawled from the flooded yard and sprayed the children and ate the photographer.

I Desire Tender Flesh To Devour...But Who? Who?

Minion Shawkey has sent us these foreboding pictographs, to remind us all that, while owls do love their Tootsie Pops, they much prefer to gnaw on your brains.

You have been warned.

This Fish Looks Like Ziggy If Somebody Stepped On His Head

A gift from Minion Miffanwy, this corpulent corpuscle of the dark trenches seeks to unleash its vengeance in the misty regions of...oh, hell, this thing is just really fat. I mean, seriously, look at it. Fat city. Totally gross.

Hound of Gotham

A hoary beast of forgotten dreams, this fire-eyed canine belongs to Minion Gotham, who managed to record the soulless hound before he devoured her face. Alas, such are the sacrifices to the Overlord. All hail Gotham!

14 Carats of Pain

Gold teeth or not, this thing will haunt my dreams for the next week.

Get the molars, I got a Cub Scout stuck back there.

True fact: Hippos can open their mouths wide enough to fit a 4-foot-tall child inside. Evolutionary coincidence? I think not.

Evil? Possibly. Creepy? Definitely.

I have to go shower now.

We come by land...we come by sea...

Ages of sectarian violence between mammals and amphibians comes to an end as we unite against our common foe. Tremble, pitiful humans, beneath the fearsome power of the coalition of the willing!

Do I have something stuck in my teeth?

Look in the back...wayyyy in the back...

beach patrol of the hell-hound

The Lurker on the Fencepost

EVERYTHING can go wrong in your cat's mouth

For the title reference check here

In case you were wondering....

We come from above and below.

Deliver Thyself Into the Arms of Lucifer

Surrender, and let the hoary spirits of the netherworld overtake your soul.

Lucy Fur

In retrospect, the pentagram inscribed about her cage at the pound should have been the first clue.

The cutest cthulid ever

This cuddly horror of the deep is brought to you by minion Marty, who notes that it also glows in the dark. The better to see you with...

Colonel Sanders's Assassin

Yeah, he's one of ours.

The Vanguard of the Overlord stands poised and at the ready

The time is nigh at hand. The world shall be ours!

Hungry. Hungry. Hippo.

But Mommy, there really is a monster under the bed!

Do you like candy?

Come, my child. Come to the jellyfish.

excellent...

All hail the Lord of Squirrels, a most ruthless member of the High Council. He rose to power based on his resemblance to Montgomery Burns, and visits woe upon those humans who would block access to birdfeeders.

Unleash me from this restraining palm...

...for I shall bestow upon this earth a torment of fire, famine, and blood.

So sayeth the kitty.

When Jesus saw me, he cancelled Easter.

News reports last week indicated that this instrument of evil was personally responsible for not only the death of every living thing at the O'Higgin's Farm in Western Indiana but also for the systematic destruction of organized religion.

He is one of ours.

They told them he was housebroken and liked to play with yarn...

However, the folks at the animal shelter failed to mention that Scampers was also inhabited by a vengeful cacodaemon named Yrrgt.

Run, run, as fast as you can...

Pitiful biped. No one escapes the cheetah.

A lendri! Come fu inlé this chap may just have a chat with you non believing hlessi. For your own good, join us.

Yorky brings death

Happy.... Easter....?

Eat it before it eats you.

happy deathday to you

Instructions

Translation:
Sauron: "On tuesdays and thursdays, you will drink no milk and only blood."
New Minion1: "But I am bloodtose intolerant!"



Translation:
Sauron: "Silence! Feel the wrath of my intolerance!"

Shortly thereafter, New Minion1 was reduced to a flesh eating, brain hungry zombie. Listen to your Overlords or become a zombie and never drink milk again.

Kitty Vs. Cthulhu

Though Frisky fought valiantly, in the end he could no longer repel the plush tentacle onslaught and was dragged off to eternal slumber in the watery depths of R'lyeh.

Ah, but to feast atop the graves of mine enemies...

I gather darkness to please me...

and I command ye to kneel!

Hell Wabbit

"The more you zoom in on him, the unhappier he looks." So sayeth minion Vanessa, who hath submitted this leporine blasphemy.

So, thought I was gone, did you?

Allow me to find you a place to rest...for eternity!

Moments later, Ricky was dead.

Now who is the hunter...and who is the DEAD?

Just be glad I have these bones to hold.