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The struggle of trying to keep people from opening the doorway is an endless one, as no one seems to learn from each incident. These are things we cannot control, a fact that many are trying to cover up or ignore. With all our knowledge and technology, we like to think we are masters of everything. With our power, influence and budget, there is nothing we cannot solve or conquer! So you can imagine none of the higher ups want to acknowledge that what we are doing is just desperately jamming a cork into a leaky dam. We can't do anything else but seal up these breaches and pray they don't break, or at least hope some idiot doesn't pull them open for a peek. So many folk are absolutely entranced by what we have seen, believing these things are the key to innovation and evolution. To harness even a fraction of what we witnessed would catapult us decades, maybe centuries, forward in terms of technology and progress. So when we say that no one is allowed to touch it or even look at it, people get angry and indignant. "We just need one sample!" they say "We will have it open for only a second, I swear!" they claim. But that isn't how this thing works, you can't just pull the plug from the dam for a quick drink then simply pop it back in. They open it up and one of those things comes bursting out, as if it was a water bucket sitting atop the door just waiting to dunk the idiot who fell for it. Every time, we are forced to crudely seal the door shut, clean up the leakage and deal with this new monstrosity that is now screaming across the landscape. The damages and cost of repairs alone is a tragedy, but when one of those abominations gallops into the nearest town, then it becomes something a whole lot more messy.

Understanding these things that have emerged has been quite a battle. They don't talk, at least not in a tongue we can comprehend, and they show no desire to communicate. They just pop in and start smashing things to pieces, hardly wasting a second. We can only beat and blast them until they stop moving, then haul them to a one-way door and chuck them back in. We can't kill them, let alone contain them. Every fool with the hopes of advancing human progress has been clamoring for us to capture one of these things, but we've abandoned the idea after the first disaster. The only solution is to send them home as soon as possible, and slam the door hard right after. It certainly isn't foolproof, but it is the only one we got. It's not like we can talk to them or tame them, they are beasts only in appearance. What they really are is unknown, and the theories are too awful to accept. We would much rather answer any other question than acknowledge what those things could have been.

One of the things people have wondered about is why they are so violent. What drives these beings to cause destruction and havoc the second they walk through the door. The obvious idea is that they are weapons of war, meant to destroy humanity and what not. If that was the case, they are doing a terrible job of it. Sure, they can atomize the containment area and skewer the military personnel running it, but what they do after is not so tactical. We took down one of these abominations while it was tearing apart a community garden, while another was known for really hating tires. No drive to run towards the nearest nuclear silo and set off doomsday, not when there are windows to smash and a picket fence to vaporize. Perhaps these things are just animals after all, confused by this new world and lashing out at everything around it. Another theory is that they are deathless beings who have no understanding of loss or consequences. Perhaps they are just playing with us like toys and they enjoy trashing their playroom. Maybe this is all fun and games to them, and we are just spoiling it for them. If that is the case, then they really hate being sent home. The sounds they make, the fight they put up when we try to shove them through one of those "dump chute" doors. Either they hate losing their playtime, or they are terrified of going back home. Are they invading or escaping?

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A continuation of me throwing weird parts onto a thing, same like the Ebon Boar and Umbran Unicorn. This series will pop up from time to time, as long as I can think of strange patterns to doodle and as long as the thesaurus keeps providing.

Description
The struggle of trying to keep people from opening the doorway is an endless one, as no one seems to learn from each incident. These are things we cannot control, a fact that many are trying to cover up or ignore. With all our knowledge and technology, we like to think we are masters of everything. With our power, influence and budget, there is nothing we cannot solve or conquer! So you can imagine none of the higher ups want to acknowledge that what we are doing is just desperately jamming a cork into a leaky dam. We can't do anything else but seal up these breaches and pray they don't break, or at least hope some idiot doesn't pull them open for a peek. So many folk are absolutely entranced by what we have seen, believing these things are the key to innovation and evolution. To harness even a fraction of what we witnessed would catapult us decades, maybe centuries, forward in terms of technology and progress. So when we say that no one is allowed to touch it or even look at it, people get angry and indignant. "We just need one sample!" they say "We will have it open for only a second, I swear!" they claim. But that isn't how this thing works, you can't just pull the plug from the dam for a quick drink then simply pop it back in. They open it up and one of those things comes bursting out, as if it was a water bucket sitting atop the door just waiting to dunk the idiot who fell for it. Every time, we are forced to crudely seal the door shut, clean up the leakage and deal with this new monstrosity that is now screaming across the landscape. The damages and cost of repairs alone is a tragedy, but when one of those abominations gallops into the nearest town, then it becomes something a whole lot more messy.

Understanding these things that have emerged has been quite a battle. They don't talk, at least not in a tongue we can comprehend, and they show no desire to communicate. They just pop in and start smashing things to pieces, hardly wasting a second. We can only beat and blast them until they stop moving, then haul them to a one-way door and chuck them back in. We can't kill them, let alone contain them. Every fool with the hopes of advancing human progress has been clamoring for us to capture one of these things, but we've abandoned the idea after the first disaster. The only solution is to send them home as soon as possible, and slam the door hard right after. It certainly isn't foolproof, but it is the only one we got. It's not like we can talk to them or tame them, they are beasts only in appearance. What they really are is unknown, and the theories are too awful to accept. We would much rather answer any other question than acknowledge what those things could have been.

One of the things people have wondered about is why they are so violent. What drives these beings to cause destruction and havoc the second they walk through the door. The obvious idea is that they are weapons of war, meant to destroy humanity and what not. If that was the case, they are doing a terrible job of it. Sure, they can atomize the containment area and skewer the military personnel running it, but what they do after is not so tactical. We took down one of these abominations while it was tearing apart a community garden, while another was known for really hating tires. No drive to run towards the nearest nuclear silo and set off doomsday, not when there are windows to smash and a picket fence to vaporize. Perhaps these things are just animals after all, confused by this new world and lashing out at everything around it. Another theory is that they are deathless beings who have no understanding of loss or consequences. Perhaps they are just playing with us like toys and they enjoy trashing their playroom. Maybe this is all fun and games to them, and we are just spoiling it for them. If that is the case, then they really hate being sent home. The sounds they make, the fight they put up when we try to shove them through one of those "dump chute" doors. Either they hate losing their playtime, or they are terrified of going back home. Are they invading or escaping?

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A continuation of me throwing weird parts onto a thing, same like the Ebon Boar and Umbran Unicorn. This series will pop up from time to time, as long as I can think of strange patterns to doodle and as long as the thesaurus keeps providing.