Author   |
Title |
Description |
Date |
Rank |
| Elobo |
Toil |
Work and toil are endless for the tireless farm zombies. An eternity of servitude, gaunt figures forever locked in a grim dance of the harvest.
|
6/1/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Trillionth Age |
Subtlety. Insidious tendrils hidden within heaps of ancient soil. Birthed in earthen womb and suckled at Milky Well. It drank deep of the planet for untold eons, now it will drink deep of all brash challengers.
|
4/5/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Uproarious Upchucking |
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)
|
8/15/09 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Vapour Trailer |
[Halloween 2009] "It might have to do with shooing away countless lecherous stares in her elevator, but she could definitely perceive some unseen force following her to the office Halloween party that year. The elevator was even more grimy and foul smelling than usual, as if an entity was profaning the very air around it. She bit her lip. She may have dressed as an interpretation of a Trick or Tricker, but she was in no mood for pranks... or worse!" Giving some love to Fourside's own, sometimes overlooked, Ghost enemy and the sensuous elevator lady.
|
2/7/10 |
0.00 |
| Elobo |
Voices on the Wind |
Soft envelope of night drapes over the harsh desert. Searing heat becomes the bitter cold. Huddle together, close, teeth chatter over the nocturnal sounds. But this chattering is met with the unnatural chattering of the wind. Looking up, the desert floats in front of you, both lonely and loamy. Who can even guess what this earthen creature desires? Who can even fathom the wishes of a desert? It’s voice is carried on the wind. All creatures in the desert hear it, but interlopers can never relate.
|
4/26/10 |
9.00 |
