There will come a day when mankind discovers the means to leave his solar system, to strike out into the galaxy and the myriad of stars and worlds beyond his own. There will come a great and terrible shock, because beyond that safe border, the galaxy is bright, and full of monsters
Also known as ambrosia, nectar, bio-gel, and a dozen other copyrighted and patented trade names.
Everything wrong with the 2014 Godzilla
In the years before the advent of arcanotechnology and dimensional fatigue events, teratology was the study of abnormalities and biological deformations. In the wake of the second renaissance, it became the study of exomorphs, extradimensional entities, and most prominently, teratomorphs, more commonly and vulgarly known as kaiju.
Also known as Kaiju Spawn, Magna-parasites, angel-spawn, sin spawn, and a variety of other terms
Also known as "The Ravager," Chimera Prototype Mk-XXIII is an example of man's hubris. What was supposed to benefit the last bastions of wealth and power in a dying world has become an unstoppable force of destruction.
While technically alive, magnagogs have little in the way of personality and are driven via telepathic command.
The Qualm is a giant mass of tentacles and leaves with hundreds of mouth-like pods lined with teeth. It is about 1/8 of the size of Earth's moon, and it travels through space looking for nutrient rich planets that it can suck dry.
AutoMedon – A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking.
“It’s strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its’ workings or even if the damn thing is” – Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman