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The Iron Maiden

April 10, 2013 — by Dayton0


Won’t you come into my room, I wanna show you all my wares.
I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare.
See the blood begin to flow as it falls upon the floor.
Iron Maiden can’t be fought, Iron Maiden can’t be sought.

Oh Well, wherever, wherever you are,
Iron Maiden’s gonna get you, no matter how far.
See the blood flow watching it shed up above my head.
Iron Maiden wants you for dead.

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Strike Team Maus

July 29, 2012 — by Gerren0


Strike Team Maus, a top secret, commando unit, began as scientific experiment involving mutagen. Now they are a feared band of warriors, Striking swift at whomever the president of Evil tells them to. Their raid on the Collector was a bloody one, but with the help of the paper airplane support, they won the day.

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The Collector

July 18, 2012 — by Chris0


The Collector is what appears to be just another Nanna finding and keeping things to grow dust upon.

But don’t be fooled. She has a fondness for unique and ancient objects, particularly those that once were to be believed to hold mystical powers.

The Collector simply relegates these prized objects to simple wall hangings, stripping these objects of all interest, and in turn, any power they once held.

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The Witchfork

July 13, 2012 — by Dayton5


With the intention of increasing the might and power of their poultry through necromantic sorceries, the chicken queen mistakenly awakens ancient spirits and demons, one of which possesses the chicken king’s prized pitchfork and mounts the couple’s heads upon it’s prongs. This ancient evil, whose original name was lost eons ago, now takes the form of WITCHFORK! Impaling and decapitating all in his way!

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The Chicken Queen

July 2, 2012 — by Gerren2


Because behind all great men is a great woman. When the King rose to power, the Chicken Queen was right behind. She rules the empire from the shadows, manipulating men with her charms. bending them to her will. She started as only a lowly chicklet, but now she is a true princess of poultry.

NOTE: If this looks vaguely familiar to anyone, it’s because I’m totally aping Grant Wood’s classic American painting, American Gothic. A bit of trivia, it’s named after the style of the window architecture in the background.

PS: I’d like to dedicate this to my friend, and fellow artist, Chris Geraghty. Who, is taking the plunge. Best of wishes to you and your new wife.

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The Chicken King

June 20, 2012 — by Boris2


Claiming to be a descendent of both Henry VIII and Colonel Sanders, the Chicken King is responsible for more poultry deaths then the Avian flu. His name inspires terror in birds of all shapes and sizes from China to New Mexico and in between. If it’s feathered he will eat it, and the constant pangs of hunger drive him to consume…evermore.

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The Raven

June 11, 2012 — by Kevin2


Though they try to keep it at bay, there lives darkness within the hearts of all men.  The Raven finds within even the purest of men that which calls forth the darkness.  An apparition, the Raven is said to have appeared as a bird, a beautiful woman, or as a lost loved one, though these testimonies have come from the mouths of mad men – the few who have survived.

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The Lamp Lighter

June 3, 2012 — by Gerren0


Since the dawn of man the Lamp Lighter has stood guard at the edge of the night. A constant vigil against the dark. A beacon of light and hope for the weak. Some say that the man once went by the name Prometheus, and that he himself stole fire from the gods to light the stars in the sky. An immortal sentinel. Others say that he was just the first of many, and that the lamp itself chooses it’s carrier once every generation to defend us from the nothingness.

Regardless of his mysterious origins, the Lamp Lighter repels the forces of shadow.

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Creeping Darkness

May 29, 2012 — by Dayton0


The nothing. The unlight. The darkness. Whatever name people have called it, one thing is certain –  it sweeps across the universe devouring all matter like a black hole. Sue tried to reach out for a light in the dark but found only emptiness and cold…