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| Xeno Terra: In The Streets; Short stories from an Earth overrun by creatures... | |
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| DNArchitect | Jul 17 2012, 06:39 AM Post #1 |
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Last Descendant of the Post-Nuclear Aberrants
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The Highway Chase As I peeked out the window overlooking the decaying highway, I noticed a resting Rock Climber on the rusted sign overhanging the road. My attention was caught by a Tri-runner feeding under it. The predator didn't seem concerned, as if he had a meal already. The herbivore was equally uncaring of the creature's presence. I looked to the left and noticed a crouched shape in the tall Thornweed. It was an Impaler, targeting the Tri-runner. With its modified skewer-like front limb, it felt confident at scoring the kill. I'll be honest, the predator reminded me of a tiger beetle both in speed and ferocity. The prey was more clever than it seems. With a sonar bulge that spans 360 degrees, its a miracle for any predator to get close without being noticed. Coupled with its incredible speed, it'll be an even bigger miracle for the predator to actually catch it. The Impaler took two steps closer, and the Tri-runner was off in a flash. The Impaler burst forward, its eyes focused on the prey item. I struggled to follow, moving from building to building on planks. The chase continued for several blocks, until finally the tripedal creature evaded the beast with a turn into a side road. The frustrated hunter stopped, then flicked its killing arm at a flock of flyers that skimmed in too close. I panted and tried to focus, and as the Impaler was about to take position in the nearby brush, it fled off the highway. If something caused this predator to flee in terror then I don't think I want to meet it. I got inside the building, but couldn't stay long after I heard the hiss of some unknown creatures, and I don't think I want to know. The Thing on the Road I followed a herd of Flagheads down what was once 25th Avenue. Apparently they were moving towards a new feeding ground, and I had time to observe them from the rooftops. Flagheads have membranous spines on their heads with which they use to communicate to each other. The leader of the herd was noticeable when I saw the flag staying erect while the others were folded. The tripeds are nomadic, and somewhat shy of strangers approaching. After 20 blocks, I saw the herd turn left into 31st, and noticed a strange object in the middle of the street. When I peered into my binoculars, I saw it was a strange organic statue of some sort. Its light brown hide was wrinkled and folded, and my first assumption was that this was a dessicated corpse of some unknown creature. The thing seemed to be in a rearing-up kind of position, but limbs were not discernible. I saw two strange stalks at the front end; one raised, the other lowered. There were no heads, only stumps at the end. Holes riddled its body, but no scavengers fed on it. I didn't take the risk of moving out, so I had to stay put and wait. Five minutes later I saw several insect-like creatures carrying bits of flesh enter the corpse. Ten minutes later, a fewer number of them left while the rest stayed inside. I wondered if the corpse and the creatures were somehow related. Since that was the only specimen I found, I attempted to decipher what I saw. My only clues were the insectoid's behavior, the strange stumps and the lack of scavengers. My opinion was that the creatures were using the corpse as a shelter and food storage. The corpse could have been a living creature, or that the gatherers had somehow made it repulsive to scavengers. I noticed that the gatherers had flat posterior ends, and resembled the stumps on the corpse-creature. It was a guess if the two were once one, but I have other theories and I needed more research. Every now and then I return to that spot to see what else I can learn from the corpse-creature, but for now nothing new has come up. I should spend more time observing it. For the time being, I shall name it's gatherers the Ghoul Beetles. Minefield Park I went to the local park to examine what has become of the once-beautiful place. Now it's covered in strange flora, with vine-like Creepfingers crawling over fences and gates and tall Feather Trees waving in the air. There was a particular area in the park I wanted to see. After hearing the stories from other people, I decided to investigate. The witnesses reported seeing strange flashes of light emanating from the park, sounds similar to that of grenades, followed by shrieks of creatures. I came upon a field of spiked, spherical plantoids and stayed near it to see what will happen. Eventually a small group of Hooded Hoppers leaped straight into the field of pods. Instantly the pods exploded, and I saw the spikes shoot out in all directions. I hid behind a pile of rubble to avoid getting pierced. After the dust settled, only three of the monopods escaped with spines stuck in them, while the rest died. After this I discovered that the pods holds a liquid. When the plantoid detects a creature coming too close, it pours another liquid from the stem and into the bulb. A chemical reaction from the two liquids creates an explosive reaction, destroying the pod and causing the spikes to shoot out in all directions. The blast also releases its seeds. I have seen some be flung as far away as thirty feet, but its possible that they might go farther. This discovery was of some value to my fellow Out-wallers. The In-waller folks don't seem to care at all. All they know is that these creatures must be destroyed. The Stampede I went to Gray Zone 12 (Gray Zones are areas in the Outer City which are severely damaged but inhabited by creatures) for a bit of exploration. I was greeted by a herd of Titan Striders eating from thick purple trees. Foliage was everywhere, and it created a colorful and leafy shroud over the decaying rubble. I even saw an Urban Floater disappear behind the ruins of an apartment building. Titan Striders stand thirty feet tall and are covered in an armored carapace. Although they have four legs, their skeleton shows that their foremost front limbs atrophied, leaving a raised shoulder blade carrying the head over the rest of the body. Think of a centaur-like shape but no upper arms. My guess is that this was evolved so that the creature can reach higher without the burden of long, heavy neck. They are docile, but become reckless when agitated. As I peeked through the bushes, I saw several creatures leaping across buildings, flanking the herd of giants. With membranes stretched taut between their upper and lower limbs, I realized that it was a pack of Glider Devils. This particular group was planning a daring attack on the herd. Suddenly the herd ran to my direction. I scrambled into a building and followed the chase from the side. From building to building, I struggled through the thick leaves growing over the structures to see what was happening. I had brief glimpses of the gliders pouncing on the Strider's armored backs, but the sound of thunderous stomps and loud bellows was all too present. Flyers screeched out of the leaves, and small creatures scampered to safety, hindering my view further. At one moment I was almost clawed by a Devil when it glided across the street. Luckily I slid down a huge branch to a lower level, and the predator leaped back onto the street. When I reached the intersection I had a ground-level view of the finale. With the herd in chaos the lead Strider plowed right through a building and fell, the rest followed suite, one crashing on another like train wreck. The Devils glided right on the pile. They immediately began to feed. I knew this success would give them a feast that would last for weeks. But with a buffet of this size, more predators are bound to come in. Already I saw the shapes of larger predators approaching from the distance, and carrion flyers were swooping down from above. I stayed near the killing floor until late afternoon, and the Devils have barely devoured even one Strider. Before I left the scene, I was hoping that the gilders can protect their well-earned smorgasbord until sunrise. Street of Slaughter During a light rainstorm, I came across the corpse of a Hammer-head Leaper in the middle of the intersection between Pricey Avenue and Madison Road. My guess was that it died only hours ago. From the surrounding brush came several Flesh Nippers, eager to feast with their scissors-like mandibles. Above me, a group of Vulturewings circled, their winged limbs keeping them above the feast.. As the Nippers sliced the flesh of the dead glider, an Imperial Xenopede slithered into the scene. Hissing away the scavengers, it began ripping off chunks of flesh. The Nippers stayed a few meters away from the ill-tempered beast, waiting for a chance. There are several species of Xenopede, all of them tenacious and deadly. Basically they are giant centipede-like creatures. The Imperial Xenopede is not the largest nor the smallest, but it is the most commonly seen. Measuring ten feet in length with a brown hide and four glowing eyes, it's skittering form can be seen crawling up buildings or down pillars from a distance. It is an ambush predator, waiting for the right time to strike. Then suddenly it leaps out and kills the prey with a combination of teeth and clawed feet. Its amazing agility allows it to attack from any possible direction. Imperial Xenopedes are quite social, staying in groups to share food. Ten minutes into the scene, the creature and I were both caught by surprise when a Frilled Xenopede lashed out at its larger cousin. The two began a gruesome duel to the death. I divided this fight into 'rounds', each starting with both creatures hissing at each other then the attack, which mostly consisted of leaps, bites and clawing. After fifteen rounds, the challenger caught his opponent's throat. Immediately the savage beast feasted on his fallen opponent, while the uncaring Nippers reclaimed their dinner. The Vulturewings landed and took a few snaps at the Hammer-head. Frilled Xenopedes are the smallest of the gang (around six feet), but are the most aggressive. With pale white skin and a frill, they are extremely dangerous to tackle with. Usually when they target a prey item their incredible tenacity allows them to prevail over their target. I know that they will attack anything that moves, and after that clash, discovered that they are not above cannibalism. Two weeks after that I saw two rivals fight. The winner had no quarry about eating his own kind. I pray I never run into this horrific creature. Rooftop Level The canopy of the urban jungle can be considered by some to be its own environment. An endless span of roofs and branches, this is a place where the sky and the ground meet, often in bloody conflict. All that reside on this transitory land are well-adapted. Sometimes it reminds me of a mountain environment, on account of the chasm-like gaps between buildings. I went up here out of curiosity, and although I have used the high roofs to observe the events happening below, I never really watched creatures who live at the same height. So I went to a building on Jefferson Boulevard, near a huge, purple Ringer Tree with strange Delta-winged creatures circling it. Although they are not as tall as the Pillar-Pines, they are still large. I peered into the branches and saw a magnificent sight. Flyers and climbers, hundreds of them, all living in the same tree. Light dappled from between the leaves, and the air was filled with their calls and hoots. I had never seen such diversity before that day. Arrowhead Flyers, Four-armed Swingers, Tree Borers and Flutterwings to name a few. If this is what lurks in the high branches of trees, then who knows what lurks in the great forests beyond this city. I watched this surreal moment for what might seem like an hour, then tranquility was abruptly cut and they scattered in panic. In the frenzy, I caught sight of a pair of strange whips shooting down from above and snagging flyers. I exited the branches and saw a Dirgibeast floating directly above the tree. This tree raiding strategy is the floater's main expertise. As the creature continued the attack, something else pounced on it. It was a juvenile Razor Panther, and I saw the two crash to the ground with a thud. The predator wasted no time in draining his prey's fluids. Razor Panthers are large predators measuring fifteen feet in length, and are one of the more formidable creatures living in the city. They prey on virtually anything that they can sink their ring of fangs on, even those that are out of reach of its competitors. It is not uncommon to see a battle between these monsters. I looked to my left, and saw a small herd of Hammer-heads on another rooftop, and went to observe them. After a long day of staying up there, it felt nice to sink into my bed again. Urban Web A known and feared predator in the city is the arachnoid Bloodfang. Their webs are massive and span across streets in irregular reddish-black strands. These creatures mainly hunt unsuspecting flyers and floaters, but are not above attacking larger terrestrial prey. People would see larger creatures such as Rhinosaurs and Saw-tailed Crawlers hanging on strands, sometimes struggling but most of the time dead. These webs can be home to several Bloodfangs, but they are individualistic and are selfish when it comes to food. Their only real challenge is the elusive Nimblehoof. These graceful herbivores are incredibly agile and at home in a city environment. I heard stories of these creatures playfully evading Bloodfangs by moving across strands like a man balancing on a small rope in a circus. I haven't personally experienced being the quarry of this ambush predator, but I've heard tales told in the bar. The guys who'd tell them are recognized patrons. Now that I think about it, I'm a distinct patron as the only person who ever survived the wrath of the monstrous Aqua Stalker. Not really worth a commendation in my opinion, as its a well-known fact that everyone in the bar is a survivor of predation. It just intensifies that feeling of being at the bottom of the food chain, but I look back at that and now I realize that being at the bottom gratifies that feeling of conquering the odds. The Indomitable One The apex predator of the city is the unstoppable Starnose Dragon. This terrifying creature has gained this reputation for being able to follow a target prey item indefinitely until it catches it. It rivals the feared Aqua Stalker in ruthlessness, but is more adapted in tracking and killing its quarry. Starnose Dragons have winged forelimbs that allow them to climb and glide, their tail is finned and their hind feet are webbed to swim after prey, and their claws can dig quickly to pursue subterranean prey. The key to their incredible tracking ability is the stalked, bulb appendage at the end of their head. This bulb is covered in feelers and can sense all kinds of stimuli, from light to sound to heat to electric fields. Basically, its a super-predator. Thank God I never met this fearsome beast, but I have followed its trail once, and it took a week. This was the plan of course, to track a Starnose during its hunt. And after a few hours I found one following a lead. As far as I guessed it was on the trail of a Crawfist. Crawfists are one of the more dangerous prey creatures, with their spiky armor and great strength, think of a gorilla crossed with a lobster. The Starnose probed quickly, following the trail like a bloodhound. After finding a clear route, it charged down the street like a bull to a red sheet. I was prepared for this. I hopped into my Mini-chopper and followed the pursuit from the air. Fifty feet below me, the predator zigzagged through the streets, searching for the Crawfist like it was the cheese at the center of the maze. I knew I couldn't follow the beast the entire time so I shot a tracking device on its hide before dropping for a refuel. On the second day I witnessed its gliding ability first hand as it crawled up a tall building, perched for thirty seconds to organize its path, then glide across the city on its wings. As I watched, I noticed the Dragon slightly alter its course to adjust to the shifting wind and gain clarity on the trail it was following. At the 100 m mark, it dropped onto the ground and zoomed off. How it maintains such energy in its pursuits are a mystery. On the sixth day, I watched it swim down a canal chain. I didn't understand this part, as Crawfists are terrible swimmers. Was this a sign of intelligence and strategic thinking? Could the Starnose be taking a faster route to its quarry? And what sense was it using to follow the prey's trail from the water? Finally, on the seventh day, I found it charging straight for the Crawfist's lair under an overpass. It slowed down, then leaped onto the overpass and wait for its prize meal. Seconds later the Crawfist emerged, sensing trouble. Immediately, the Starnose pounced. The prey grabbed its assailant and threw him across the road. The two circled each other, waiting for the other to flinch. I landed on a rooftop and watched the epic battle from there. The belligerent herbivore charged forward, hoping to crush its attacker. The Dragon dodged, then pounced and bit onto the neck like an assassin. If the force of the bite did not kill the prey, the blood loss or cutting of the throat surely did. I watched as the Starnose feasted on its hard-earned food. Truly it has earned its throne on the top of the urban food chain. A Field of Tranquility I went to Atherton Boulevard after hearing rumors of peculiar creatures being spotted there. Greeting me was a grass-dotted asphalt street riddled with small holes. I figured it was the work of a social burrowing creature, but I didn't have the patience to wait for them to come out. Throwing my half-eaten burger into the middle of the holes, I witnessed the architect of the burrows. They were cat-sized creatures with brown, leathery skin and eight limbs. The frontmost pair of arms was tipped by large, mole-like claws. But the most intriguing thing was the face. Dominating it was a bony, drill-like appendage where the nose should be. The mandibles under and behind this drill picked up pieces of the burger and brought them back to their holes. One of them had a whitish spot over its eyeless head, possibly from territorial battle. This individual approached me, possibly smelling the food in my satchel. I took out a small candy bar and lowered it to him. He was hesitant, but he took it. Then he ran off back into his hole. I would visit that place once every week, and I noticed that Moby was always coming to see me every time I was there. We formed a bond, me and him. It didn't feel like the bond between a person and his dog, it was different and new. A friendship between a human and an alien. Man vs. Monster The world we live in now is, in one word, weird. But truly the weirdest things are also some of the most wonderful. And nothing has been weirder and more wonderful than one man and his relationship to a certain creature. Of course I'm referring to John Van Patten. I only met him once, but it was an experience unlike any before it. I have been traveling across the city and beyond, discovering more and more creatures, but Van Patten and the beast he is associated with would be a legend for years to come. I met him at the pub, when he just waltzed in, stabbed his tooth-blade onto the table and asked for some whiskey. I asked him about the tooth, and in reply asked me "Would you want me to just tell it here, or show you where it came from?". It was getting boring in the pub, so I nodded and we left. He led me to a trail of giant footprints that cut across entire city buildings. I asked him what we were looking for. He just grinned. We stopped at the old baseball stadium. It was overgrown with large dendroids, and I noticed the silence of this place. Surely those trees would be an excellent home for flyers and climbers, yet I was seeing none. "He's here." he said. He opened up his jacket, showing an array of devices in his pockets and strapped to his belt. The huge loading dock door was open, but inside was darkness. Then we felt a light breeze coming from within, but its smell was horrid. I saw four massive eyes blink open, staring at us. John raised his blade and greeted it. "Hello Nemo." The massive beast rose, crashing through the wall of the stadium. It stood over us, a massive, scaly beast forty feet high and at least seventy feet in length. It had massive claws on its four arms and a row of spikes on its back. Its most distinct feature was its toothy jaws. I noticed the upper jaw had twin projections with smaller teeth on them, which spun like gigantic saws. It raised its head, and bellowed skyward. We ran into the stadium, barely avoiding the monster's stomping clawed feet. I climbed up onto the bleachers, but the creature followed me there. I tripped on the stairs, and as I faced the oncoming predator, I heard John shout at it. The beast turned, and John brandished the tooth-blade. Nemo charged right at him, as if he was an opponent. I struggled to leave but I knew I couldn't leave him behind. I leaped over the fence and grabbed some spheres which I presume fell out of his pocket. I was tinkering with them until I realized they were snares. I ran beneath Nemo and threw the entire lot. The creature's body was hogtied into a cocoon of ultra-strong synthetic wires. Meanwhile, John was challenging the creature head on. The beast attempted to crush him with its powerful front limbs, but he evaded with the swiftness of a parkour performer. With its paws resting on the floor he leaped up and onto Nemo's back, twirling a lasso from his belt. Nemo was quick to react, and knocked him off into some bushes rooted on the bleachers when it noticed my snare spheres. Nemo turned to me and slammed his massive tail on the ground. I was knocked down again, but at the last moment John shot darts at him, changing his focus once more. As the monster turned, some of the wires caught his feet, and he fell with a thud. John rose out of the bushes and shouted to me "It won't hold him for long. Get out now! Trust me! I know what I'm doing!". He pulled out a lasso from his belt and told me to leave. Realizing there was no other way to help, I left through a maintenance corridor. I looked back one last time, seeing Nemo rise and free himself from the snares, and Van Patten leap onto him with the lasso and tooth-blade in his hands. I haven't heard from John since, but I hear Nemo's roars in the distance on occasion. Nemo was the only one of his kind I've ever seen, so I didn't have much to study with. Some of the pub people would talk of seeing a person dueling a huge monster. Their accounts assure to me one thing, that John lives, and lives to battle Nemo for the rest of their days. 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| Space Gorilla | Jul 17 2012, 06:56 AM Post #2 |
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I like your story, you have a nice way of communicating it across
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| trex841 | Jul 17 2012, 09:46 AM Post #3 |
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This sounds so cool. I would love to actually see it. |
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| Scrublord | Jul 17 2012, 01:00 PM Post #4 |
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Sounds more like Valhalla to me. |
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| DNArchitect | Jul 18 2012, 04:42 AM Post #5 |
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It's of my own design.... |
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| DNArchitect | Jul 20 2012, 04:06 AM Post #6 |
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Okay I added more stories to my collection. Check them out! |
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| trex841 | Jul 20 2012, 09:16 AM Post #7 |
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It might not be Darwin 4, but I sense heavy inspiration from it. That and King Kong. Still awesome, anyway. |
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| DNArchitect | Jul 20 2012, 10:11 AM Post #8 |
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Yeah, inspired by them. You're gonna see more that will remind you of them too.. |
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| trex841 | Jul 20 2012, 10:47 AM Post #9 |
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I like the corpse hive thing. Nice reference to the mummy nest flyer. I expected it to attack the herd. |
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| bloom_boi | Jul 20 2012, 02:44 PM Post #10 |
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You write very well, waiting for more. Very original too, now that you have described some of the other creatures. |
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"You shall perish, whatever you do! If you are taken with arms in your hands, death! If you beg for mercy, death! Whichever way you turn, right, left, back, forward, up, down, death! You are not merely outside the law, you are outside humanity. Neither age nor sex shall save you and yours. You shall die, but first you shall taste the agony of your wife, your sister, your sons and daughters, even those in the cradle! Before your eyes the wounded man shall be taken out of the ambulance and hacked with bayonets or knocked down with the butt end of a rifle. He shall be dragged living by his broken leg or bleeding arm and flung like a suffering, groaning bundle of refuse into the gutter. Death! Death! Death!" | |
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| DNArchitect | Jul 20 2012, 04:42 PM Post #11 |
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I will put up more tales of Xeno Terra. Edited by DNArchitect, Jul 20 2012, 05:32 PM.
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| DNArchitect | Jul 27 2012, 08:09 AM Post #12 |
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Yes its very original. I can't believe nobody thought of this before. |
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| DNArchitect | Jan 8 2013, 07:58 AM Post #13 |
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I added a tale for no reason |
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| trex841 | Jan 8 2013, 08:59 AM Post #14 |
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Another story! Been a while. |
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| DNArchitect | Feb 5 2013, 04:11 AM Post #15 |
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You seem to be the only one following |
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