Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
| Elobo |
Mousey in the Sky like Cheese Curds |
This strange creature, I've never seen it before. It worms its way effortlessly through my rotten walls. My stomach curls into a knot so Gordian at this crass amalgamation of vermin. What perverse architect thought imagine this tiny abomination?
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1/22/10 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Mondo Momma |
Though she was never the third strongest mole, she had a reason to fight. Your Sanctuary was hers now, to protect and nurture her birth and surrogate children. True brutal savagery emerges in a threatened mother, a gentle touch remains as she holds her rowdy progeny back from the main fracas. They may have been playing rough, but without Momma they will be scared and scattered, completely out of their depth in the Dusty Dunes and Summers. You monster.
|
4/9/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Obsession |
Uploading my shoddy fanfest shlock. [ebff2011] "She was a simple hobbyist, her passion keeping her out of nasty associations like Happhy Happyisms and the Fresh Breeze Movement. She didn't dabble in Burglin Park's illicit condiment trade. She didn't join in the midnight vigils of Orange Kid's most staunch admirers. No, she thrust herself headlong onto the exhausting path of an ace mycologist. She poured her energy, her time, her money into her craft. She gave it her life and her livelihood. She accrued so many mushrooms. So many. Why did she need them? It was excessive, the obsession consumed her. The need to separate herself from the normal cliques, and then the need to once again belong. The fibrous hivemind of Peaceful Rest Valley's mushrooms. A direct neural link to the planet. Everyone an extension of the same organism, everyone beloved by everyone else. Intoxicating. Humanity was a small sacrifice. Her collection reached critical mass, and she began collecting everything else. People. Trees. The Valley. She is the valley now, they all are. She dearly wants you to fee the same feeling of oneness, of true belonging. She wants the Earth. She wants to become it. The natural primordial push towards survival compounded by human obsession."
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1/17/11 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Malevolent Winter |
Vast network of mycelium, many fibrous finger things like tiny maggots crawling through the supple earth of Foggyland. After its defeat, it lay in hiding under a dormant source of power. When the power returned, it had touched the hearts of humanity, and the fungal entity drank deep of it. The darkness of individuals the power had passed tasted the sweetest, and the instinct to simply survive became a lust to avenge and cause suffering. The propagation of itself gave way to new feelings of pride and primal fear. Its behemoth basidiocarp rose once more. Twisted and forlorn, pained and angry. And it ate the creatures of Foggyland from the inside out, leaving them unfeeling husk puppets driven only to further the providence of Shrooom!!! Corruption now spreads unseen beneath the pure winter snow, a deep malevolent stain poised to devour the world around it. Next time, hold the mushrooms.
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11/4/12 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
A Small Vagabond |
When civilization abandons its machinations, nature's succession is quick and striking. But one scavenger-hunter takes on a nomadic lifestyle. Trying to find the remnants of the civilization it had come to rely on. A small vagabond in a bigger world. It is compelled to roam further, enticed by its new independence and the raw wilderness of the renewed land around him. So maybe tomorrow, it'll want to settle down. Until tomorrow, it'll just keep moving on...
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4/16/09 |
0.00 |
