What a day this was. Fun in the sun on the Goldcoast, and family friendly times. G-meister (or Greg) was enjoying sunbathing.
All of life was swell and good Until.. G-Meister had witnessed a terrible act. It was Tony Abbot in his red Speedo underwear.
Tony winked and smiled, like Ian Thorpe in his cereal Ad.
It seemed like the image was burned into his retinas. No amount of Mountain Dew could fix this.
Terror.
Disgust.
Sheer Monstrousity.

All those nights dreaming of dank memes had turned into terror in the coming days.
"It could be worse." G-Meister reluctantly pointed out.
"At least it wasn't Donald Trump, my old nemesis"
Suddenly the shadow of Shrek appeared out of the shadows.
What could be lurking in the shadows?
What terror awaits G-meister in the dark of night?
Who could be in the shadows? And why?