Richard has been running a Wacky Carcosa Races game, complete with lots of cool pictures.
Several of the contestants have interesting vehicles, but none of them scream “Carcosa!!!!!!” to me. (Though “Joan of Shark and her Car-Charodon” is a great name.) How about:
An intercontinental slip-n-slide made from the stitched-together hymens of Ulfire maidens, rolled out like a carpet and lubricated with feces by a pair of lobotomized mi-go. Belly-gliding along this horrific boulevard, like a curling stone, is the Ptotic Invigilator. At his command roving cyborg marauders sweep the environs for virgins that the causeway may be extended to the Salivary Seas.
Oh well, there’s always next year.
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