[Halloween 2009] They thought they would pull one over on him, take the control of his "family." They stabbed him in the back, locked him in a nest of the Undead. But his fury was too strong, his will was not swayed. He reveled in his reviled and grotesque new seat of power. And with his own hands and teeth he swayed all of the would-be usurpers back under his diretion in a shower of blood and viscera. And when their usefulness had run its course, he disposed of them with extreme prejudice.

[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."

A robot's systems fail in the desert, on a long forgotten highway. It lays there, a shell - unaware. The artificial world all around it begins to give away. The earth is swallowing the trappings of mankind. Sand and wind scar the land. The first weeds begin to invade this brave new world that Our Mother is carving out for all of her Children.