A swarm of what appears to be small gray chips of concrete leap and skitter across the ground from the shadows of the ruins towards you...

These pale mutations may have once been children, or perhaps monkeys, now all that remain of their former origins is the humanoid shape of their bodies, all else having been twisted into a gross mockery of life...

There are few horrors starker than meeting a wormspawn, perhaps meeting one wearing your face is the worst

also known as slaughterbots, or lethal autonomous weapons

Contrary to the name, a bimbo bot is not a machine, it is something much worse.

An ancient race of nearly-humanoid spiders that have lived on the fringes of civilization for as long as recorded history.

An ethereal/astral parasite that feeds on emotion

An Abnegator is a synth or augmented human who has had the misfortune of being fitted with an emotion radiator

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also known as Rags of Domination

Intelligent cockroaches of frightening size

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A shuddering heap of corpses and rotting soil, Logeko the Vile is a demon of of death and decomposition

The sins of Goldeveki are beyond count, but chief among those sins is the creation of the chimera that bears their name.

Youth passes quickly for this race of elves, though middle age lingers for millennia. They have no love for the forests or other natural places, preferring their carefully crafted and tended walled cities.

A relentless and unearthly durable type of dimensional fatigue 'denizen'

Fluorescent Alcoholic Fungus, also known as FAF, is a special kind of neural-sentient fungus, commonly found in non-hygienic taverns..

The good: You don't need light. They are very beautiful and provide a special ambience in the room.

The bad: The noise. The noise!

The Neko, or Cat-Girl; as they are also known as.

The name was chosen, in order to disassociate from the cosplay Cat Girl of Batman.

With no given form, she can take on the persona of choice at will.

The Regal Tombs of Orbis were the place where the richest of the rich were buried, and Bert was sure that if he could break in to a recent two-month old burial he would be wealthy for at least the rest of the year. Since tomb-robbing could get somebody the gibbet, he had gone alone, and now he cursed as he fought hand to hand with the bulbous, distended, decomposing corpse that had leapt up when he tried to steal the grave goods and now beat and clawed at him and swiped at him with a rapier. Every wound it inflicted on his body, he got a little weaker and to his horror, it grew a little stronger and a little less rotten. Not long afterwards, a seemingly living man left the tomb, leaving the body of a grave robber behind. A body that would soon rise...and walk...