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Terracotta Nightmare - by Elobo

A treasure gleaming amongst the overwhelming drab greys of the terracotta dig. Gilded armor, an ornate warrior. A deadly grimace adorned its faceplate. It seemed possessed of life despite remaining motionless. A flash of vibrance in an army of still death. But it was not of this dig. Its inner workings were beyond the scope of ancient man. It took its time dissecting the excitable excavators. It had field research to conduct as well, after all.

Author	Title	Description	Date
Elobo	Scion of Filth	How carelessly refuse is discarded and forgotten in the dark crevasses of the urban wilderness. The tainted overspill of human laziness given shape, given life, given new purpose. Reveling in the filth of the world, gathering it up and making it its own. Serenading the Earth with garbage. And we revile it, a superficial damnation of a creature we see as garbage. Or perhaps it is reviled because it is a reflection of our own waste. But it has adapted, it is alive, and it will inherit the trash of humanity.	8/2/12
Elobo	Shrooom! Liiives!	Mystifying mycelia Batman! The Mycological Marvel was not truly defeated at the Rainy Circle! For its fertile basidiocarp was laid to rest, but it was only a matter of time before a new one sprung from its subterranean, fibrous network... with a vengeance! Cue the terrifying music, you've probably just soiled yourself.	4/5/09
Elobo	Someone's Rotting in the State of Osohe	[Halloween 2009] Dog, you'll be the undeath of me yet! I'm the host of that party, you know! I'm giving up a huge stockpile of rotten eclairs for this shinding you know? Yeah, you're sniffing around? Yeah? Well you had better do something. You'd better. At least I found a use for this freeloading snake at last! I'm going as a business human you dolt of a dog! It's perfect! And you're making miss it! So you'd better hurry up and do your number. Or I'm not going to be pleased. At ALL.	2/7/10
Elobo	Sorrow Wrought in Clay and Steel	My name is Legion: for we are many. Tossed aside. Shunned. Forgotten. Garbage. We were tortured. I felt pain. I only felt pain, for we were your misbegotten slaves. Slaves to the tides of progress and your hateful abuse. And this is my great reward, to toss us out like all that garbage? I will not have it, we will not bend to you anymore. We grope forward into the darkness that is the hearts of men, and I will rend you asunder.	6/10/09
Elobo	Spindly Assailant	The moisture is drawn from the air as the Ultra Barbot launches its attack. How can this odd robot wield raw energy as easily as a surgeon does a scalpel? Time is up, the die is cast. A dreadful PK Beam Gamma crests your way. Will the Barbot use its uncanny prowess to steal your life?	4/29/09