Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
| Elobo |
Trillionth Age |
Subtlety. Insidious tendrils hidden within heaps of ancient soil. Birthed in earthen womb and suckled at Milky Well. It drank deep of the planet for untold eons, now it will drink deep of all brash challengers.
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4/5/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Toil |
Work and toil are endless for the tireless farm zombies. An eternity of servitude, gaunt figures forever locked in a grim dance of the harvest.
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6/1/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Their First Halloween |
[Halloween 2009] "It’s been a year since the humans of this village last called us ‘Monsters,’ and my little ones are getting quite ‘Mondo’ in their own rights now. They’ve invited us to partake in their human rituals, tonight seems to be a night of disguises and gorging… I’ll have to practice moderation with the kids. This human in front of me has coloured his skin, he looks like a corpse. But I can smell life in him, he’s not dead. Why is he resting here… unassuming… eyes closed and not asleep? Does he intend to scare my children? I can’t comprehend these rituals yet." Drawn to be more flouncy than my usual dreck, less horror and less distinct, more childlike and in the spirit of Halloween fun.
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2/7/10 |
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 Way We Live |
The first killing bite sends fibrous feelers through the Slitherhen in a capillary assault. Fungus starts to grow from the small creature as the Muttshroom starts to digest it before it even ingests it. It is not cruelty, it is merely natural efficiency. But its meal may soon be forfeit, as a hungry Dog Fish stalks in the distance. The Muttshroom starts to catch, but his, and everyone's satisfaction tonight is always in motion. Always tumbling, never certain.
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6/3/09 |
0.00 |
