Author |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
Elobo |
From Clay, Through Soil, To Dust |
The Farm Zombie's form began to fade and crumble, as its essence leaked from every orifice. "Is this my great reward for my unending toil and torment? Is this the end to my unnatural binding to undeath. How... gracious of the master to steal my life, then steal my freedom. And finally to release me into nothingness. Or am I merely set for a more heinous imprisonment still? Forgive me if I'm not thrilled."
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4/20/09 |
0.00 |
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.
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5/26/09 |
0.00 |
Elobo |
Beauty and Putrescence |
Do not feel sorry for the malignant figure of the Putrid Moldyman. It's not like he feels sorry for your unfortunate cleanliness. Please leave the preconceptions at the door. This creature revels in filth but is not necessarily rotten of character. Give a guy a chance, yes?
|
4/20/09 |
0.00 |
Elobo |
Pushed Beyond |
Pushed to its limits and beyond, this Carbon Dog rages. They have never been tamed, never been broken. But this cartel aimed to do just that. Starved, beaten, humiliated, mutilated. But when they threatened to do the same to the cubs of his pack, something inside him ignites. The heat of his rage is melting away his specially treated restraints and shielded wires to the inhibitor around his neck. His body oscillates between fur and a mineral substance. He glows a full spectrum of brilliant light and his strength starts to increase exponentially. He is about to realize and release a strange and beautiful power in a very sudden and violent way.
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5/6/09 |
0.00 |
Elobo |
Reconstruction Deconstruction |
I reach toward the hallowed yonder above as my flesh is rent from below. I am taken and forcibly torn and rent... changed into some abomination without a will to call my own. Life ceases in the flesh and the mind and nothing fills my profane chasm except hatred. The presence of our vile kin brings even this mountain’s inhabitants to reckless violence. We know nothing else.
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6/16/09 |
0.00 |