Archive for January, 2009

#30 - Seasonal Spook

Wednesday, January 28th, 2009

What month is it? I am so confused.

“The Seasonal Spook let out a waft of Super Sour Breath! The party has been poisoned…”

#29 - Arachno-Bomb

Tuesday, January 27th, 2009

You’re likely to find colonies of Arachno-Bombs in hot, dry industrial areas where sparks are commonplace.

The next day you’re likely to find a charred mess. Such is the life cycle of the Arachno-Bomb.

“The Arachno-Bomb’s fusetweb has run out! KABOOM! The party takes mortal damage.”

#28 - Alleybot

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

Made from the latest dumpster tech.

“The Alleybot shuffled forward. The Alleybot fell over.”

#27 - Trash Sneak

Monday, January 19th, 2009

I don’t care what he calls himself, that dude is clearly a raccoon.

“The Trash Sneak used a ‘throw some trash right in your stupid face’ attack!”

#26 - Le Palette Swappe

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

Creates versions of enemies you have already fought with different color schemes.

“Le Palette Swappe indignantly offers another creation for your admiration! … The Obnoxious Laugh approaches! The Ill Spectre draws near!”

#25 - Anti-Muse

Sunday, January 18th, 2009

In a thrilling example of art imitating life, this is the otherworldly being that visits artists who would rather sit on their butts playing video games meant for children all day rather than do something with their lives.

“The Anti Muse couldn’t really think of an attack.”

#24 - See Cucumber

Sunday, January 11th, 2009

Behold the hypnotic stare of the unpickled pickle.

“You are in the grasp of the See Cucumber’s hypnotic gaze. You’re compelled to switch to an all-meat diet.”

#23 - Clock Ghost

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

All this guy wants to do is make time-related puns. It’s written all over his face.

The Clock Ghost speaks.

‘Now is the hour of your discontent!’

‘Ask not for whom the bell tolls…’

… the party suddenly felt nauseous.

#22 - Clumsy Cleaver

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Based on 1,000 true stories.

“The Clumsy Cleaver appears to be more focused on your thumb than keeping itself balanced…”