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Let... ME OUT. - by Elobo

[ebff2011] Despoiled sac of bloat, frothing behemoth writhing in the decay below. Sealed in, captive of the pulsating energy of earth. Contagious wretch, held in invisible magnetic bonds. It soaked them. I grew to hate them and depend on them. And then they were released. Stolen. Its power and its prison. Its inhibitor. Its spawn grew larger and more violent. And its anger swelled in propensity. Too large now to fit through the holes to the pristine world above, it hews its cage away without effort. Great chunks of stone and metal tossed aside, difficulty a foreign notion. All of the filth spilled into the underworld is about to bubble up and rot away the surface. Imbibed in the pestilence of the Rat's wake.

Author	Title	Description	Date
Elobo	Tales of the PseudoZombi	You have joined the ranks of the undead. By your own volition you traveled south of Podunk to the Graveyard. You are theirs now. But you are happy. As a human, you weren't allowed to eat brains OR loiter in the graveyard. You can now. You scream in exuberant joy "ZOMBIE!" as you rip away your shirt. But you are only a PseudoZombi, amongst the weakest of the legions. A simple smiling boy with a wooden bat will soon end your miserable existence. The time you have to enjoy zombiedom is numbered.	4/26/09
Elobo	The Pestilence Crawling Below	Small mice, large mice. Young mice and their elders. All Deadly. All issue forth from the gaping, hate-filled maw of the dreadful Plague Rat of Doom. The dark master of filth brings foetor and decay to the city above. The mice and rats spread out like searing tendrils of disease. A creeping death to all in its path. And all those foolish enough to brave its domain will be rent asunder by its absolute fury.	4/28/09
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
Elobo	Galvanized Insanity	In the strange string of spacetime known as Moonside, both abstract notion and mundane normality are twisted together and made one. The creativity of its people bleed into the world and become tangible and terrible. Dali's Clock is no exception. The nature of Moonside is always in sway, and the Clock can ebb with its tide better than most. Time is easy to master where it is not so absolute.	4/29/09
Elobo	Why, Yes, Darling Dear!	The hearts of men are easily malleable, and the invaders played off of this weakness in their series of femme fatales. Nancy is an unassuming robotic lady, whose darling smile disarms even the most steadfast of attackers on base instinct alone. Once their will to fight has been sapped, her brutality soon steals their will to live.	5/3/09