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Broken Silence - by Elobo

I am an Omega Borg, one of the greatest warriors of the invading forces. I was designed only for destruction, to strategize and react with deadly precisions. It's been countless years since I was abandoned on this savaged mountaintop. I was content to wait with stoic complacency, but nature now creeps back up the lonesome peak, strangling it with new life. How strange it is that the trilling of these tiny birds might warm a heart that isn't there. I was built to destroy, but where would the honour be in killing this fragile creature? Perhaps I should rethink my ethos of existence. This simple song has done away with so much of the bleak ennui of this mountain. Perhaps... this is real power?

Author	Title	Description	Date
Elobo	Forgotten	The Metal Monkey believed in flight before fight, and ran and ran until it was alone with the trees of the forest. It stayed here in serene solitude. It would not leave. Now it is merely a cold, forgotten shell. But nature shows no remorse, its pace is not to be stalled. And the empty husk can run no more.	5/20/09
Elobo	Watchful Sentry	The immense bulk of the Wetnosaur belies a more gentle demeanor. These huge omnivores attack only when they are hungry, or feel their young are at risk. Indeed, a giant Wetnosaur egg would be a delicious quarry to many predators big or small. The curious behemoth leers down at a passing creature, ready to snuff the life from its bones if it dare compromise the nest.	5/24/09
Elobo	Positronic Nightmare	Resistance form the mountain's animals were far greater than ever anticipated. So they sent down the Cerebellums, batteries of cascading psychic energy. Driving their cold metallic fingers into the brains of the opposition, a surge of blistering power warps their minds and makes them at once oblivious to the invaders and viciously aggressive toward anyone else who might trek upon the mountain.	5/26/09
Elobo	It's a Dog eat Dinosaur eat Dog World	Out in the desert, a mighty buffalo slumps. Old and worn, it is quickly dropped by the roving pack of Crested Booka. But such an easy bounty is not so easily kept in these wind-scarred lands. The Desert Wolves move in on the Booka pack. It seems the rights to this kill will take some real conflict after all.	5/26/09
Elobo	Toil	Work and toil are endless for the tireless farm zombies. An eternity of servitude, gaunt figures forever locked in a grim dance of the harvest.	6/1/09