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A few years back, me, two friends and my brother sat down and drew some creatures and objects we got from SlimeBeast's Random Monster Generator. I enjoyed these weird creations so much, I decided to re-draw these, as well as every other thing on the list I printed, and give them all fun backstories. These drawings are from after our session, and were originally done up about a year and a half ago.

NOTE: These prompts were created by me, and are NOT from the Monster Generator.

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Prompt: The Balloon That Causes Intense Sickness

"Oh...I don't feel so good."

When Eric's mom bought that funny looking balloon from the strange looking clown at the carnival, she had no idea what she had purchased. After returning home and blowing up the balloon, she promptly handed it off to her son. The two of them stared in bewilderment at the horrified cartoon face plastered across the balloon. Not even a minute had past though, before the two of them began to feel queasy. Before either one could make a move, they before violently throwing up, covering the ground around them in half-digested meals. As the violent retching continued, Eric's hand slipped, releasing the balloon into the sky. As the balloon drifted further and further away, the mother and son finally felt their innards begin to calm. The duo watched with unease as the purple nightmare floated higher and higher, until it disappeared from sight. Similar, and in some cases, deadlier, cases have been reported across the country. No one with knowledge of him has ever seen the clown again.

Prompt: The Lobster That Causes Death

"That's three now. What the fuck is going on here?"

Terrence had heard good things about this fishing spot. Apparently, if people weren't reeling up prize-winning fish, they were catching big ass lobsters. To say he was excited would be an understatement. Terrence loved seafood like it was nobody's business, and there was no way in hell he was going to let an opportunity like this pass him by. So, at the break of dawn, Terrence grabbed his gear and set off. The drive was long, but his excitement kept him awake and focussed. Finally, by evening, he reached his destination. It was worth it. The area was beautiful, and was only twenty minutes from the hotel he had already booked. Without hesitation, Terrence set up, and began fishing. While the going was slow, what Terrence did manage to catch was beyond his expectations. By nightfall, he had caught two bass, and a huge salmon. Terrence began to pack his stuff up. He couldn't wait to get back and filet these suckers. A sudden splash broke his thoughts. Terrence turned, and his eyes met with the largest lobster he had ever seen. The two stared at each other for a brief moment before Terrence's head erupted in a shower of gore. The lobster, startled, retreated back into the water. And all was silent again.

Prompt: The Cold Profane Tapeworm

"I never fucking cared!"

You think having a tapeworm sucks? Try having one that has the attitude of a teenager.

Prompt: Head Taster

"They're just vermin. Kill 'em, ignore 'em, I don't care."

It's odd how these creatures seemed to just appear after the Great War, but that's what it seemed had happened. No one can recall ever seeing them before, but here they are now, in great abundance. We call them Head Tasters, for obvious reasons. My guess is that the mass amount of severed heads the Great War produced drew them out from some underground lair. Now they scuttle around the empty battlefields, scrubbing their tongues along the heads of the fallen as those pods on their chest undulate like lungs. It's unnerving to watch. Even more so when they find what they're looking for. Don't know what it is, but some heads just get 'em going. They use their sharp beaks to stab through the skull, then they lap up the brains with their tongues. Gruesome shit. Watched them do it to a living person once. Learned to keep my distance from packs after that. Knowing that they're dangerous, I'll admit it does bring me some comfort to see the Cleaners burn them away. Still, it seems like an unnecessary battle. Hasn't this world seen enough death?

Prompt: Torso Liquifier

"Yeah, they're not as harmless as they look."

While it may look like little more than a horrifying children's mascot, the Vargeist, aka Torso Liquifier, is another of the most dangerous paranormal entities yet encountered. Unlike many of their brethren, Vargeist are not fast, they don't have teeth or claws, nor are they capable of camouflage. Instead, they are armed with a tough, rubbery hide and a deceptively jovial and playful demeanor. While this may not sound like much, there is some sort of supernatural allure to it. While its appearance is not outwardly threatening, it is still peculiar and unnatural enough that any human would likely flee at the sight of it. Yet, most victims of a Vargeist will approach and even "play" with them. Whatever power they use to draw in victims, is merely a means to an end. The victims believe they are to engage in some sort of game with the Vargeist, before the whole illusion comes to an excruciating end. Once the Vargeist gets close enough, they shoot a thick purple goo at their victims chest. This goo encases the torso, and then begins to rapidly liquefy it. The more the victim screams and struggles, the faster the goo acts. Once the process is complete, the Vargeist uses its trunk to suck up the now enriched goo, digesting over the course of a few days. The Vargeist is another Tier 1 threat, and thus top priority.

Description
A few years back, me, two friends and my brother sat down and drew some creatures and objects we got from SlimeBeast's Random Monster Generator. I enjoyed these weird creations so much, I decided to re-draw these, as well as every other thing on the list I printed, and give them all fun backstories. These drawings are from after our session, and were originally done up about a year and a half ago.

NOTE: These prompts were created by me, and are NOT from the Monster Generator.

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Prompt: The Balloon That Causes Intense Sickness

"Oh...I don't feel so good."

When Eric's mom bought that funny looking balloon from the strange looking clown at the carnival, she had no idea what she had purchased. After returning home and blowing up the balloon, she promptly handed it off to her son. The two of them stared in bewilderment at the horrified cartoon face plastered across the balloon. Not even a minute had past though, before the two of them began to feel queasy. Before either one could make a move, they before violently throwing up, covering the ground around them in half-digested meals. As the violent retching continued, Eric's hand slipped, releasing the balloon into the sky. As the balloon drifted further and further away, the mother and son finally felt their innards begin to calm. The duo watched with unease as the purple nightmare floated higher and higher, until it disappeared from sight. Similar, and in some cases, deadlier, cases have been reported across the country. No one with knowledge of him has ever seen the clown again.

Prompt: The Lobster That Causes Death

"That's three now. What the fuck is going on here?"

Terrence had heard good things about this fishing spot. Apparently, if people weren't reeling up prize-winning fish, they were catching big ass lobsters. To say he was excited would be an understatement. Terrence loved seafood like it was nobody's business, and there was no way in hell he was going to let an opportunity like this pass him by. So, at the break of dawn, Terrence grabbed his gear and set off. The drive was long, but his excitement kept him awake and focussed. Finally, by evening, he reached his destination. It was worth it. The area was beautiful, and was only twenty minutes from the hotel he had already booked. Without hesitation, Terrence set up, and began fishing. While the going was slow, what Terrence did manage to catch was beyond his expectations. By nightfall, he had caught two bass, and a huge salmon. Terrence began to pack his stuff up. He couldn't wait to get back and filet these suckers. A sudden splash broke his thoughts. Terrence turned, and his eyes met with the largest lobster he had ever seen. The two stared at each other for a brief moment before Terrence's head erupted in a shower of gore. The lobster, startled, retreated back into the water. And all was silent again.

Prompt: The Cold Profane Tapeworm

"I never fucking cared!"

You think having a tapeworm sucks? Try having one that has the attitude of a teenager.

Prompt: Head Taster

"They're just vermin. Kill 'em, ignore 'em, I don't care."

It's odd how these creatures seemed to just appear after the Great War, but that's what it seemed had happened. No one can recall ever seeing them before, but here they are now, in great abundance. We call them Head Tasters, for obvious reasons. My guess is that the mass amount of severed heads the Great War produced drew them out from some underground lair. Now they scuttle around the empty battlefields, scrubbing their tongues along the heads of the fallen as those pods on their chest undulate like lungs. It's unnerving to watch. Even more so when they find what they're looking for. Don't know what it is, but some heads just get 'em going. They use their sharp beaks to stab through the skull, then they lap up the brains with their tongues. Gruesome shit. Watched them do it to a living person once. Learned to keep my distance from packs after that. Knowing that they're dangerous, I'll admit it does bring me some comfort to see the Cleaners burn them away. Still, it seems like an unnecessary battle. Hasn't this world seen enough death?

Prompt: Torso Liquifier

"Yeah, they're not as harmless as they look."

While it may look like little more than a horrifying children's mascot, the Vargeist, aka Torso Liquifier, is another of the most dangerous paranormal entities yet encountered. Unlike many of their brethren, Vargeist are not fast, they don't have teeth or claws, nor are they capable of camouflage. Instead, they are armed with a tough, rubbery hide and a deceptively jovial and playful demeanor. While this may not sound like much, there is some sort of supernatural allure to it. While its appearance is not outwardly threatening, it is still peculiar and unnatural enough that any human would likely flee at the sight of it. Yet, most victims of a Vargeist will approach and even "play" with them. Whatever power they use to draw in victims, is merely a means to an end. The victims believe they are to engage in some sort of game with the Vargeist, before the whole illusion comes to an excruciating end. Once the Vargeist gets close enough, they shoot a thick purple goo at their victims chest. This goo encases the torso, and then begins to rapidly liquefy it. The more the victim screams and struggles, the faster the goo acts. Once the process is complete, the Vargeist uses its trunk to suck up the now enriched goo, digesting over the course of a few days. The Vargeist is another Tier 1 threat, and thus top priority.