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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
Elobo	Positronic Nightmare	Resistance form the mountain's animals were far greater than ever anticipated. So they sent down the Cerebellums, batteries of cascading psychic energy. Driving their cold metallic fingers into the brains of the opposition, a surge of blistering power warps their minds and makes them at once oblivious to the invaders and viciously aggressive toward anyone else who might trek upon the mountain.	5/26/09
Elobo	Possession Processing Procession	[Halloween 2009] It's one thing to raise the dead, it is another to bring life directly to undeath.The flesh must be made to scream, to cry out in its utmost level of pain. The demon beneath the skin struggles against its meek human trappings. It is too big for the living form. The anatomy breaks, the flesh sloughs off in great lops. And the pain is remembered and carried forever. They become as jealous as they are vicious. Little meatlings prancing around town, they do not share this pain. They wish only to make everything else comprehend the extent of their torture.	2/7/10
Elobo	Primal Force	Only the truly foolish are vain enough to challenge the primeval forces of the land. Taking form from their residents, these entities toy with nature as if it were the most base puddy. They cast down their storms and thunderbolts, hand in hand always in the intertwining chaos of the natural world.	4/15/09
Elobo	Primeval Seed	Forged in the antediluvian womb, born of the Earth and borne on its cascading soil. The seed, the source, the timeless sentinel that bore the rest of its kind. The leavening agent of the plant kingdom. Promoting growth, permitting their spread. Yet long years separate the wizened from the progeny of their progeny. The primeval becomes weary, but the vigilance never fades.	8/5/12
Elobo	Propagation	There are many fungal monsters, but few are as vile as the Zombieshroom. Its vast, undead network strangles its small island home. Whenever someone washes up on shore, it must slake its thirst for violence and need to propagate. The hapless victim is beaten, then slowly and painfully engulfed and changed by fungal growth. Finally, the brain is eaten by the Zombieshroom, and replaced with a new Zombieshroom core. The new zombie will either try to set out to flex its sickly influence elsewhere, or become yet another piece of the organism that just killed it.	5/14/09