Confluence, Toronto Power Company
The unbelievable tunnel behind the thundering falls of Niagara. Top shelf exploration, this is The Best.
NASA
An incredible relic of the US space program left underground to rot in the swamps.
Midnight Wanderer, NYC
Climbing bridges high above the hectic pace New York Fucken City.
Forth Rail Bridge
The beastly red rail bridge north of Edinburgh goes down with a fight.
London Arteries
Fully active major infrastructure below one of the world's most paranoid cities. Pose your nuts.
The Mineral King mine saga
A 7 part series covering months of work in exploring sections of the 12 level deep Mineral King mine.
Ninjas in the Clouds
Getting high above the city of Brisbane Australia. Cranes, rooftops and bridges.
The Brisbane Underground
There is far more to Brisbane than meets the eye. Get your ear to the underground.
London Underground
A quick glimpse into the magic of London's deep level tube tunnels.
The River Fleet
The largest and best known of London's underground rivers. Behold The Fleet.
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You, I would take great pleasure from filling these beakers to the brim with baby scorpions and inserting them into your putrid womb. Post insertion a violent assault upon your pubic mound with an iceaxe should be sufficient to convey that yes, it's time to stop procreating. The stunned look upon your face as the shards of glass slice the walls of your uterus, the screams of agony as the scorpions pierce the walls of your fallopian tubes are ever so sweet to me. May the scorpions take up residence within your womb and feed upon the fetuses you produce. The day a semi scorpion-fetus bursts from your chest and plunges its razor pincers into your eyes is a glorious day for all mankind. Your genes offer nothing to the pool. Die in a fucking fire.
You, I would take great pleasure from filling these beakers to the brim with baby scorpions and inserting them into your putrid womb. Post insertion a violent assault upon your pubic mound with an iceaxe should be sufficient to convey that yes, it's time to stop procreating. The stunned look upon your face as the shards of glass slice the walls of your uterus, the screams of agony as the scorpions pierce the walls of your fallopian tubes are ever so sweet to me. May the scorpions take up residence within your womb and feed upon the fetuses you produce. The day a semi scorpion-fetus bursts from your chest and plunges its razor pincers into your eyes is a glorious day for all mankind. Your genes offer nothing to the pool. Die in a fucking fire.
