Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Elobo | Hitman |
Rain pours, but it does not chill this this cold figure. The zombies are organized, and these are the enforcers. They were vile in life, and voracious in death. Slipping off the mortal coil only increased their hunger for crime and debauchery. Their unique... talents... pay the bills but the inability to feel pleasure drives them ever more violent.
|
6/1/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Bad Trip on Good Hygiene |
It's important to brush your teeth! But singular focus on one aspect of self-improvement means that you will find yourself out in the cold, even your focal point betraying you. And the insanity will overtake you, you can not afford to maintain your minty habit. Winners don't just do toothpaste, they use rulers as well.
|
6/1/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Dark Lord of Foetor and Decay |
The Plague Rat of Doom. Perhaps he is lunging in for an attack, or skipping merrily throughout the sewers.
|
3/25/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | The Queen Mother |
A myriad of tunnels beneath Onett was but the first giant step towards total domination for the Titanic Ant. Born a queen with tremendous resolve she would lead her daughters dauntless into battle, a chemical menagerie of silent war-cries. And though she may fall, perhaps the fruits of her royalty have already spread through the underground of Eagleland, rooting deep at the ends of the farthest capillary-like tunnels. Maybe your sanctuary will become their's once more...
|
4/10/09 | 0.00 |
| Elobo | Symbiosis |
The cactus wolf is a strange hybrid, built to stalk and guard unfettered and unfatigued in the burning sun of the desert. The waxy cacti keep it hydrated and cool, the canine components keep it well fed. Truly a fearsome beast, it stalks its quarry through the desert - tormenting them until they drop. A memento mori of the bare mortality evident in the desert wastes.
|
6/2/09 | 0.00 |
