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Desperation - by Elobo

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.

Author	Title	Description	Date	Rank
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	0.00
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	0.00
Elobo	Repurposed	The huge Ego Orb is less potent than many of the giant dinosaurs of the Lost Underworld. But its foul taste and rocky shell make it a poor meal choice. So they travel around the Lost Underworld with a smug, sickening grin. When one of these colossal spheres does perish, its shell remains - locked eternally in supercilious expression. When Tenda find these bodies they are repurposed into sturdy communal homes. Organs? No... seems the Orb was full of hot air.	4/24/09	9.00
Elobo	Reconstruction Deconstruction	I reach toward the hallowed yonder above as my flesh is rent from below. I am taken and forcibly torn and rent... changed into some abomination without a will to call my own. Life ceases in the flesh and the mind and nothing fills my profane chasm except hatred. The presence of our vile kin brings even this mountain’s inhabitants to reckless violence. We know nothing else.	6/16/09	0.00
Elobo	Quintessential Quandary	[ebff2011] Seriously almost everybody else has these walloping bulbous noggins. Only a few guys like Monotoli's security dudes come close to the StarMaster's head. Why is his so small? This has kept me awake at night since I first played the game. Is the true secret of nothingness that your skull collapses in upon itself to fill the void? Or is the StarMaster actually the only normal sized head, and everyone else was just stung by multiple bees? His head seems the most proportionate, after all! I think this is an important topic.	1/17/11	0.00