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November 11, 2016 at 9:07 pm #10663
Classification: indestructible divebomber
The Siamese snidge, the Siamese snidge, the Siamese snidge. Flies are bad. Snidges are worse. But there is no insect in Aerwiar as evil as the Siamese snidge. The Siamese snidge is indestructible, and as cold weather never comes to this part of Aerwiar (sad!), they seem to never die. They take pleasure in divebombing at the face of anyone unfortunate enough to be standing or sitting nearby. This continues until the victim flees or the Siamese snidge becomes bored.
Weakness: Only cold weather (of which there is none near the Siamese snidges).
Taste: Well boiled and mashed, a Siamese snidge paste is about as delectable as bomnubble barf.
Demeanor: Evil. Divebombish. Bored after tormenting a single victim for hours.
Add some entries for creatures near where you live!
November 15, 2016 at 8:43 pm #10721
Classification: thwap hater / thwap chaser / thwap catcher / thwap eater
I was admiring a small thwap one day, who was stealing vegetables from some poor farmers garden, when I heard a loud thumping coming from my right. I took one look at the creature running at me and hid behind a rock. It was a huge creature, three times larger than a bomnubble (frightening!), with claws (sharp!), and teeth (square!), horns, grey fur, black eyes (mean!), a red tongue like a snake (slithery!), and a long tail (spiky!). As I watched, it noticed the thwap and its eyes turned red. Fearing for the thwap’s safety, I dashed from behind the rock, scooped it up, and ran. I jumped over logs, ran through gullies (heedless of the danger that I might face, in the form of a gargan rockroach), and darted around meeps, digtoads, and ratbadgers. After running for hours, I finally remembered the thwap in my hands and threw it behind me. I was sad to do so, but I had no wish to be gobbled along with the thwap when the creature caught up to me. It stopped chasing me immediately, and I made a hasty retreat. When attempting to sketch this creature, the name Buffera came to me. Unfortunately, the creature was so vast that nowhere could I find a paper large enough to finish the sketch.
Demeanor: Angry (at thwaps). Hungry (for thwaps).
November 16, 2016 at 2:34 pm #10746
Classification: speedy pest
Recently, as I was doing homework in the living room, I was rudely interrupted by a faint squeaky cheering. Intrigued, I put my ear to the ground, and followed the sound until I bumped into my kitchen counter. I peeked between the oven and the cabinets, and saw proud of tiny rodents, who seemed to be gathered to watch a few particularly fit ones perform for them. the little creatures, each one about the 3 inches long, with grey fur and a short tail, looked almost thwapish in shape. As I watched four of the creatures lined up, waited for a squeaky signal, then sped off. I heard them running through the walls, at an astonishing rate. they made a complete circuit of my house in less than 30 seconds! I tried catching one (foolishly) and ended up pulling a muscle.
I went to Pembrick’s Creaturepedia to try and Identify them, but to no avail. Until I can book a professional creature namer, I will call them Racing Vloes. Why, you ask? Because.
Weakness: I have no idea.
Taste: Again, no idea.
Demeanor: Fast, confident, fast.
November 17, 2016 at 7:57 pm #10769
Apparently I need to stop typing so fast. There are a bunch of typos there.
“proud” should be “a crowd”,
there should be a comma between “watched” and “four”,
and the comma between “walls” and “at” should be deleted.
Oh well. Now nobody can point out my mistakes, because I beat them to it. HA!
November 16, 2016 at 2:39 pm #10747
Whoops! I don’t know why, but for some reason I have a very hard time writing in italics. It always comes out all crazy.
Could a librarian please edit it?
November 16, 2016 at 5:33 pm #10748
Can I help you? 🙂
All fixed! The tag you’re looking for is em, not i. It used to be i, but no longer. You can also use the formatting buttons in the toolbox—do you see them?
November 16, 2016 at 9:19 pm #10750
Oh yeah, thanks!
November 18, 2016 at 11:21 pm #10789
Classification: subconscious critter
While not a physical creature, the dreaded gargan sockroach is well known and feared by many.
I believe we have all had the dream of loosing all our teeth? Well, the inhabitants of glipwood suffer from a similar nighttime disturbance; and have for thousands of years. victims report dreaming of a normal morning; so vivid, that they believe they have just woken up. They go about their usual morning routine: open the window, breath a sigh of relief that they weren’t taken by the black carriage, get dressed… But as they stick their foot into their sock, the toes that expect a warm and welcoming sock-toe are horrified to sink into a squishy, crawly, tickly, Gargan Sockroach! The dream progresses differently for different people after that. Some throw the sock out of their window, some can’t get their sock off, and some (the lucky ones) wake up.
Because of the brave dream research performed by a few science loving individuals, we now know that gargan sockroaches are anywhere from 5 inches to 1 foot long, greenish-brown in color, nine legged, and ten eyed. continued research is being conducted on these nighttime pests. One scientist has gone so far as to dissect a Sockroach in his sleep. For more information on Gargan sockroaches, refer to the book, “slimy Surprise, A study of the Common Sockroach, it’s Habits, appearance, and taste” by Sharlamard Cooney.
Weakness: the (real) morning sun.
Taste: like grapes full of orange peals and vinegar.
Demeanor squishy, squirmy, gelatinous.
December 16, 2016 at 8:32 pm #11175
So I’m not the only one, huh? Next time you see the scientists, thank them for me, please. I was considering trying to eat the Gargan Sockroach, but since it tastes so horrible, I think I won’t try it.
December 28, 2016 at 11:35 pm #11613
Classification: heroic loper, hairy marsupial transporter
Long believed to be a fictional construct of a twisted mind, you may imagine my surprise when I beheld this hairiest of beasts descending upon me at a terrible speed. I quickly dove out of the way, preserving my life and limbs but NOT my dignity, and then turned to greet this damager of dignity with a few well chosen words. The Sha-Una (is there only one? Or are there many?) was clearly preoccupied with a quest or mission of some sort because it did not stay to return my friendly greetings, but bounded away. It appeared to be carrying something (someone?) in its pouch. So quick was the departure of the Sha-Una that I did not even have time to get my pencil out to make a sketch before it had moved beyond my vision. My main impression, other than great speed and complete disregard for other peoples’ personal space, was hair (abundant! flowing! somewhat disheveled!) of an indeterminate light brownish color.
Weakness: Perhaps a lack of social skills, since it failed to return my greetings and has no understanding of personal space.
Taste: Eating this hairiest of allies is STRONGLY discouraged. Besides the fact that eating allies is considered rude, I’m not sure this one’s hair was very clean and it would probably give you hairballs.
Demeanor: Loping, unconcerned
January 2, 2017 at 11:33 am #11700
I don’t know how I missed this thread. These are Awesome!
January 4, 2017 at 10:51 am #11740
Classification: sneaker, spyer, non-moving-while-observinger
Whilst wandering the unknown places beyond the edges of the maps, I happened upon a horrible sight. A bomnubble (woe!). Though not nearly as large as its Skreean and Symian relatives, it was just as horrible. It looked as if it were made out of three (large!) balls of snow, and had given itself sticks for arms (ew!), rocks for a mouth and eyes (gross!), and a carrot for a nose (yuck!). How it attached these items to its gruesome form I shall never know; but I do know that I shall never forget that terrible sight. While I was observing it, it pretended that it was not living (tricky!), but as soon as I turned my back, I could feel its eyes on me (oh the horror!). I was lucky enough to escape ungobbled (that is, of course, except for the parts of me already gobbled by other critters) and unhypnotized. I learned later that the native savages called this horrendous creature a “snoumun” or something to that effect. The man’s mouth was muffled by a heavy coat that he was wearing (warm!). Despite this fact, I am sure that this creature was some bread of bomnubble.
Demeanor: Unmoving. Tricky. Evil.