The Kaeos Minigolf Adventure
Nothing says grim and evil more than a soothing round of mini golf.
We are Kaeos, fuck you!
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- And so it begins… The Kaeos Minigolf Adventure, in Vlagtwedde, The Netherlands. Prepare to enter a realm of mystical beings. Dwarves, Mothers, Bartenders and The Evil Golf Cart Elders.
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- The midgets are already amassing in the background as T. overthinks his strategy to defeat the motorized armies of The Evil Golf Cart Elders.
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- Our times are indeed filled with sorrow, our needs for whole minigolf-tracks are dire.
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- In stressful battles, soldiers in the armies of Kaeos have been known to turn against each other.
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- As if the threat of the looming dwarves and midgets wasn’t enough, this diabolical contraption kept eating our balls.
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- The dwarves were already closing in as this shot was taken.
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- Valiantly F. defeats the ball-consuming atrocity that is this track.
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- In the enchanted kingdom of minigolf, there is no such thing as an easy track. Beware of hidden traps!
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- And as ye entereth the black hole, all mysteries will be revealed.
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- As the midgets approach, a strategically brilliant move by commander T. of the armies of Kaeos stupefies and surprises them, leaving them to look on in awe of our superiority.
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- Even the best of warriors loses track of these fucking small yellow golf-balls now and then.
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- T. readying himself for the shot that rules them all.
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- Fucking humps, fucking humps. I hate humps.
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- The glowing innards of mount doom have been reached by T.
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- On the battlefield, the losses are being calculated.
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