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The Sirens of Titanium - by Elobo

Pure power wrought in cruel metal by expert hands can squeeze the hearts of the most stalwart of creatures. Total deception and impenetrable bodies are the hallmarks of these batteries of PSI. Such apparent innocence hides true terror, and the ability to disarm a nation with but a smile.

Author	Title	Description	Date
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
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
Elobo	Bella Notte	[Halloween 2009] She was a revered mummy diva from a posh Castle basement seeking to free herself from the oppressive shackles of high society. He was a scoundrel of a tramp from the wrong side of the courtyard looking for real substance in life. What they found was each other. People called them star-crossed lovers, they said it would never work out. Their passion and devotion for one another proved them all wrong though, and gawkers and gossips came from all over the Castle to see this purest example of true love.	2/7/10
Elobo	Broken Silence	I am an Omega Borg, one of the greatest warriors of the invading forces. I was designed only for destruction, to strategize and react with deadly precisions. It's been countless years since I was abandoned on this savaged mountaintop. I was content to wait with stoic complacency, but nature now creeps back up the lonesome peak, strangling it with new life. How strange it is that the trilling of these tiny birds might warm a heart that isn't there. I was built to destroy, but where would the honour be in killing this fragile creature? Perhaps I should rethink my ethos of existence. This simple song has done away with so much of the bleak ennui of this mountain. Perhaps... this is real power?	5/5/09