(Fanfest - Hometowns)

The metal carcass drags itself out of the crumbling crucible of hate, as the enemy fades behind. It is broken, beaten, beyond repair. The crucial essence is leaking from its battered form, it doesn't even have the capacity to hold its precious cargo any longer. The raw essence crushes in on itself. So far from home. So far from home ever being conceived. In the daunting immensity of spacetime, it does not grope outwards but searches inwards. Strongest memories, most plentiful memories. Those forged at home. Sifting through times of elation and times of terror. The pleasant and the painful memories. Days spent with friends, days squandered at the arcade, days marked by the dark intentions of your enemy. But most of all, it cherishes its time as a child, with its family. The essence has been changed irrevocably by experiences far beyond the expectations of a child or any adult. There's no guarantee it will make it back to its body, returning to a youth's life would be incredibly difficult. But it did not travel to the End at the Beginning by virtue of quitting. It demands the opportunity now. It feels melancholy for its home and host. Holding the most cherished memories, it ignores the vastness of its trial. the passage of time is perceived relatively, lost in itself the essence does not perceive the endlessness of the journey. It only helps to focus on and recognize its own time... hopefully not overshooting it. But if it can return to its own time, the host's location shouldn't be far behind. The alternative is an eternity spent in an illusion of its own making, or a lost mind crumbling under the weight of its inability to find home. Homesickness was always a burden. Now it's a child's greatest light in its darkest hour.

An old page restored from an old bestiary. Amongst realworld species, there seems to be a contradiction. This creature is described as having "jaws that rend adamant" a "bellow that shakes the mountainside" and that "its hide deflects all pain." This is highly dubious, and even the pigmen on this page defy explanation. The mostly likely suspects are that this is some children's boogey monster meant to scare them to bed, taken literally as time wore on. Or that the attacks and attributes described are from accounts of multiple beasts. That is to say, the stories became rolled up into one, making some kind of ultimate chimera.

Every step. Every sound. Every swing. Every hit. The Electrospecter vibrates with it all, a giant tuning fork of raw, transcendent power. Its incomprehensible body shifting and changing with each tremendous oscillation. Constant resonance, shattering barriers and draining the life from your weary bones. Press on as hard as possible... every movement sends a new wave of raw force hurtling your way. This conducting menace plays for keeps.