Mother3Sunshine In the Forest Page 9 - by Elobo
Other Submissions by Elobo
|Elobo||Gruff Theft Tessie||
Bubble Monkey was simply flirting with a local gal when a Gruff Goat tore into him, stole his gum, and absconded with Tessie! After plenty of shock and a little dismay, Bubble Monkey ran helplessly along the coas. He'd lost his ride and his bubble gum. The gruff goat was meanwhile in over his head, it would take ages to get this gum out of his manly beard! It was too gorgeous of a beard to cut off. And so the eternal struggle of life goes on. (ebfgp)
|Elobo||Master in the Rotting Depths||
I am the lord of all the transients, miscreants, vermin, and garbage that have been rejected by the sickeningly immaculate world above. Those abandoned by the 'decent' sect of the world and thrust unto the raw death-sludge of the sewers beneath. Your neglect and wastefulness only fuel my dark dominion and we are steadily overtaking your vile stain under the wretched sun. And I will ride forth upon my kingdom of filth and smother out the flames of your lives.
|Elobo||I Have No Mouth||
I am broken, but I hunger. I am in pain, and I need to eat. Why would they program a robot to feel pain, or the nearest approximation? Why would they program a robot to experience desperation? Am I the sick pawn of some ironic game? I hunger. I crave. I lust. I STARVE. I HAVE NO MOUTH, AND I MUST EAT THIS SANDWICH! (ref to I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream)
Our sources say that when the Master Belch takes on too much fly honey, he merely needs to open his mouth and issue forth a river of putrescent barf. The stench is permanent, it's great for decorating the base! And while he uses some of his body mass, he frees himself up for more fly honey and generate a whole host of new minions! (ebfgp 2009)
Our consciousness streams inwards, crushing itself. Our mind barely has strength enough to stitch this world together anymore. It tears apart at the seam. The dark recesses of our mind bleed through. Nightmare tendrils reach down to strangle the colour from our form. We grew overconfident, riding high on the devastation of the guardians. But now, we are simply alone on a pile of battered corpses, they have no more energy to give. Our courage has been rent in twain again and again, and we simply do not have the fortitude for it anymore. All that is left is Desperation. All that is left is to blindly flail at the encroaching nightmares while we cling desperately to the decadence of our memories of former conquest. But we are alone now, courage left us a long time ago.