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Other Submissions by Elobo
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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.
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4/9/09 | 0.00 |
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 | The Window at Freshmart |
This is the window of a Freshmart located in Ingonish, Nova Scotia. Don't shop there guys, everything costs double to take advantage of tourists. But the window caught my eye because it the 'seagull' looked an awful lot like a Mad Duck. So we can imagine the person watching is a young Tessie Watcher. Forum user daxxglax wondered if the golfer was Picky - certainly could be! Also, Loid is out riding bikes. The last panel on the left is a tricky one - it's either Minnie walking Ninten's Dog, or the Dog Possesed by the Spirit of the Game Designer picking up chicks in the park. Alright, I guess that one's pushing it ;).
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8/21/09 | 0.00 |
Elobo | The Truest Love |
They were down on their luck. Alone, empty, incomplete. When they met, everything changed. She found someone who would love her regardless of how much of a free spirit she became. He found someone who would not be intimidated by his needy clinginess. This is love. This is their euphoria.
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4/13/09 | 0.00 |
Elobo | Conquering the Heavens |
They held sway over nature and thus over our lives. The sacred land Dalaam was sealed behind a wall of rock, mortals were not allowed to enter. We were trapped, with an increasingly dwindling ration of rain to get us by. Our provinces grew desperate, feudal war erupted across the land. We were trying to appease the two gods that tormented us so, at any cost, to become their sole favour. When they commissioned their garments, staff, and blade, one man instead stole away into the night with them. Armed only with his own conviction and introspection, he arrived at the gate and fought his way through the demon hordes. The gods raged, the world shook. They came down to the surface to punish him, but he did not fight. With a mystic key, disguised as a carrot to appear unspectacular, an imprisoning spell was released, binding them to the planet and trapping their rage. His staff soaked in the power of the heavens, which he would refine and use as the Star Master. Thunder and Storm were quelled, though they can be still felt whenever their bouts of rage peak.
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11/23/09 | 0.00 |