Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
| Elobo |
Someone's Rotting in the State of Osohe |
[Halloween 2009] Dog, you'll be the undeath of me yet! I'm the host of that party, you know! I'm giving up a huge stockpile of rotten eclairs for this shinding you know? Yeah, you're sniffing around? Yeah? Well you had better do something. You'd better. At least I found a use for this freeloading snake at last! I'm going as a business human you dolt of a dog! It's perfect! And you're making miss it! So you'd better hurry up and do your number. Or I'm not going to be pleased. At ALL.
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2/7/10 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Weird Science |
[Halloween 2009] "You... make man?" "No. Woman." The immature perversions of a child trapped in an ageless body are difficult for his men to rationalize, or at least for those that retain some small semblance of autonomy. But he yearns and what he craves, he must surely get. Hunched over a jigsaw pile of cadavers in a Frankenstein lab. It weighs on anyone's mind. It warps it to compliment the pathos of the master.
Note - the Dogfish's legs are backwards, but it was too late to change this. I was consoled by someone "He looks awfully stressed anyways, so maybe he put them on backwards." ... ... It works for me.
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2/7/10 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Oh So Sinister |
[Halloween 2009] "Welcome to my collection little one, I almost left you in my belly too long. Please pardon the mess, I'll wash up shortly. Some great wyrms collect gold, but I prefer bones. Each skull has its own scent, flavour, and memories. A trophy pile singing the praises of my glory. You should be honoured, little one. At the very least, you were particularly delicious."
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2/7/10 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Their First Halloween |
[Halloween 2009] "It’s been a year since the humans of this village last called us ‘Monsters,’ and my little ones are getting quite ‘Mondo’ in their own rights now. They’ve invited us to partake in their human rituals, tonight seems to be a night of disguises and gorging… I’ll have to practice moderation with the kids. This human in front of me has coloured his skin, he looks like a corpse. But I can smell life in him, he’s not dead. Why is he resting here… unassuming… eyes closed and not asleep? Does he intend to scare my children? I can’t comprehend these rituals yet." Drawn to be more flouncy than my usual dreck, less horror and less distinct, more childlike and in the spirit of Halloween fun.
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2/7/10 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Vapour Trailer |
[Halloween 2009] "It might have to do with shooing away countless lecherous stares in her elevator, but she could definitely perceive some unseen force following her to the office Halloween party that year. The elevator was even more grimy and foul smelling than usual, as if an entity was profaning the very air around it. She bit her lip. She may have dressed as an interpretation of a Trick or Tricker, but she was in no mood for pranks... or worse!" Giving some love to Fourside's own, sometimes overlooked, Ghost enemy and the sensuous elevator lady.
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2/7/10 |
0.00 |
