An army can be compared to a craftsmen. Both produce for gain. A craftsmen produces a product, a good, for monetary gain. An army, however, produces corpses for resource acquisition. Be it on the battlefield or in the medical tent with the severely wounded being put out of their misery, the fillers of graves are being produced.

Any mind of the modern age has thought about putting those bodies to work. Necromancy has long been socially inacceptable. Besides, no one enjoys seeing a former comrade, a former brother-in-arms, walking around fighting and killing with a spear hole in his gut and a couple arrows hanging from the arms. And the only other way was to throw the dead body into a catapult and throw it at the enemy, in the hopes of giving them plague.

It was Obstarian military who first unleashed the Raveten on their foes during the World War. No one was prepared for it. And so people died.

Clockwork angels. Servants of the Mechanogod Whrrrm.

The unnatural offspring of a zombie father and a human mother.

'I take it ye've ne'er fought a Semblance. Nasty undead fiends they be. 'course, they don't look undead. They don't have gleamin' bones, or rottin' flesh. No, sir! The Semblance looks just like you or me. Except for when its tryin' ta get you. I take it ye've ne'er fought a Semblance. If you had, you'd be dead.'

-Old Gerald, man in the pub

It is easy to assign Autobot and Decepticon like race or nationality, when it is much more a matter of political pursuasion.

Act now and receive a 0.9% APR for 6 months on any home or personal loan, and walk away with 1000 frequent flyer miles*

*Usage limited to those departing Lagos, Nigeria or Fairbanks, USA.

Ingo Takamoto was first a foremost a dog lover, but was also a brilliant geneticist

Clarification and details on the tiers of machine intelligence

Everyone had the nerve to look surprised when the androids starting forming their own society, and started telling humans to stick it, including calling them 'false men'.

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.

Most folk would call an argillomatus a clay golem. They would be wrong.

AHHHH!!! It's the Moon Hunter!!! Run Away!!!

And for the cowards it was decreed, to serve unflinchingly for their God.

Potentially the most powerful summon created, the Final Judge of Man and Earth

Some things come from places so dark they don't have names

The Blood Beast, while originally a construct, has surpassed its beginnings to assume a place of infamy.

“The Armored Avenger is dead!"

"Look at him! He looks like hamburger, but his admantium armor is untouched! What could have done that?”

Dwarven Undead with a hunger that won't be satiated by simply your blood, brains, or flesh.

'It was just after nightfall when it came; a horrible, rotten mass of bone and flesh, with a voice that was like a thousand screams braided together. I only survived because I ran - I ran and I've never stopped running, because I know it's after me. Me, and everyone else who was there when the city of Vesta was slaughtered.' -Hans, Former Captain turned nomad