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Terracotta Nightmare - by Elobo

A treasure gleaming amongst the overwhelming drab greys of the terracotta dig. Gilded armor, an ornate warrior. A deadly grimace adorned its faceplate. It seemed possessed of life despite remaining motionless. A flash of vibrance in an army of still death. But it was not of this dig. Its inner workings were beyond the scope of ancient man. It took its time dissecting the excitable excavators. It had field research to conduct as well, after all.

Author	Title	Description	Date
Elobo	Bad Trip on Good Hygiene	It's important to brush your teeth! But singular focus on one aspect of self-improvement means that you will find yourself out in the cold, even your focal point betraying you. And the insanity will overtake you, you can not afford to maintain your minty habit. Winners don't just do toothpaste, they use rulers as well.	6/1/09
Elobo	Quicksilver Highwayman	It takes real grit to crawl to the top of the Scarabian underworld. To control the black market and to scream across the sands in search of quarry ripe for plunder. He's a master criminal. Lightning fast and untouchable. Yet fastidious, exacting, and meticulous. Of course, such desperadoes demand a high ransom. Not monetary, but in the position that comes in offing number one. Being on top means always keeping watch over your shoulder.	8/2/12
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	Yummy for my Tummy	I wait alone in my abyssal room, closed off from the rest of Nowhere's pelagic envelope. My fist... it can punch. My foot... it can kick. In essence I am the perfect punching an kicking machine. And so I wait... wait for a true contender to defeat in combat so that I may rightly wear this awesome crown. And I've eaten to stay alive for all these years of waiting. I've eaten my own ever-replicating red spheres of nutrition. I am yummy for my own tummy.	1/22/10
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