Every holiday season, the young at heart gather together and create adorable, edible creations called "ginger bread houses". With icing splattering on everything, and candy sprinkles littering countertops and carpets alike, these colorful creations have entertained for millions of years, when the cavemen first invented the tradition.
The burning question is this: "What do you do with your gingerbread house once it's been created?" The clinically obese answer this question with a gnashing of their teeth similar to the Cookie Monster (before the intervention), and in a blur of gumdrops and screaming gingerbread children, the house has vanished.
But what if you're NOT clinically obese? What now, slim?
We give you: Ginger Dead Houses.
These beautiful creations are demolished, burned, crushed, and exploded in exquisite, slow motion glory, captured by a Sony EX3 shooting 60 frames per second at 720p resolution. A golf club becomes the wrecking ball that levels a beautiful blue icing ginger bread house. A '92 V8 Cadillac renders two houses into colorful piles of powdered sugar. A small caravan of firecracker tanks assaults one house, before death rains down from above in the form of a fully functional 15" color television.
Then we cut up a pumpkin with a samurai sword. It was just lying around. What else were we gonna do with it?
So next year, when you and all your creative, alcoholic friends gather to create these beautiful, delicious creations, think to yourself: Do we consume this edible art like a fuzzy blue monster with poor social skills? Or do we send it to Valhalla in a blaze of glory like a bunch of sophomoric idiots with lighter fluid?
The answer should be clear.
We will see you in Valhalla.
by AJ Koch and Will Kingston