LexMauser

You say your religion is good, and you’re everybody's chums but if it’s practitioners don’t beat their wives you peacefully sharpen all your knives and out come all the little hidden lies as you rattle your sabers and flap your gums and come after them with bombs and guns now it’s fine if you want the west to fall but don't act like your evil is so great and tall but if I get one good helo, I’m going to kill you all You think you can do what you want and go where-ever you please never mind the fact that the rest of the world looks down on you as sleeze though in reality you are in fact just a terrible disease a

This song is meant to be a very fast folk song. (Parentheses denote chorus.) Charlie murdered a nun today, Right in front of her flock, So good old Uncle Sam decided To run out Charlie’s Clock… In the Junges, in the Hills Where any good-mans blood spills They fought 'em in the day, and they killed 'em in the night, so many enemies to slay, they put up quite the fight. Their cup runneth over, for their sister and their brother so some kids can get a good nights sleep. But at home (but at home) their loved ones weep, as a flag is sent to their Father and their Mother Hand delivered by a fighter who is also a lover. Their souls l

The tepid light of dusk dies and gives way to the overcast darkness of a southern sky without a city to light it.  The sweltering July heat of a South Carolina day gives way to a somber warmth not out of place under a blanket, but the only blanket here are clouds waiting for their chance to disgorge their thunderous cargo onto the boiling streets beneath.  For now though, they sit idle, waiting for a bright day to ruin with their life giving cruelty.  The silence is broken however, as fire flies, and the applause of a celebratory fusillade of fireworks turns the night to day for mere instances; their entire fleeting lives a testament to the b

Gadget (Hive Tinker) Queen Gadget pulled her set of complex sun-goggles off of her four eyes and let them wrap around her head.  She looked around at the vast scrap yard that lay before her.  Her workers were diligently rummaging through the vast ocean of scrap for anything that could be reclaimed for the hive.  She watched as her independently intelligent drones searched for solutions to their inventing problems.  A drone called for her attention, and she looked to the small creature next to her.  It’s armor was a combination of plastic and metal.  It seemed to favor light weight metal on its top portions, while armoring it’s un

Nergal (Hive Mephistopheles): Deep beneath the surface of the dead mineral planet’s sunless surface, the crystals of the deep places ran to a small chamber in great shafts, where they terminated in the chamber wall in front of chromium-silicon plates.  They telescoped light from the deep lava flows within the planet, refracting luminescence across the myriad chrome-silicon shields that led to the chamber, bathing the otherwise reflective black room in an eerie red iridescence.  In the diminutive, spartan room’s central dais sat a smooth black figure, it’s many limbs clinging to it’s black crystal throne.

Regina (Hive Elizabeth): The setting sun illuminated her gradient off white form, and highlighted her milky, mocha-like complexion with a vibrant orange.  The shards of gorgeously placed golden sunlight lanced through the upper windows of the open marble hall, and around it’s immense pillars to land on her muscular form, granting her a halo that only served to accentuate her physical might.  Unlike most queens, who were lithe, she was a gargantuan being.  Her powerful body was not inelegant, quite to the contrary.  Her exoskeletal carapace didn’t armor much of her, giving her more room for growing muscles unde

Marzanna (Hive Skaadi): He heard her speaking into his mind.  His pitiful, non-psychic, human mind.  A beautiful, breathy, sibilant, feminine voice filled his thoughts.  He would have been aroused, were he not pinned down and leaned back; staring into the infinite darkness of her massive compound eyes.  He jerked about the icy floor as the small chittering insectile nightmares that surrounded him twitched and shuffled about, ever attempting to gain a better grip on him.  He did not know what clean light source illuminated the massive ice den they inhabited, but he could see clearly how her gorgeous white carapace ble

 He peered about the room with wary eyes.  A multitude of thaumaturgical nightmares coated the shelves and tables about him.  He was looking for the wizard.  If he were caught it would most certainly mean his dismissal into oblivion, or some unknown to him plane of harsh suffering.  He had donned a black hood and armor instead of his regular camouflage to blend better with the pitch black of the room.  In reality a deep, matte grey would have  been infinitely better, but not in this sorcerous place.  He squatted and passed his time swathed in the light eating darkness thrown up in the old room by the wizard'

Lex Mauser                                                                                         The Biohazard The Biohazard "This is it, the last can," thought Milton Preston, as he put the last product on the shelf of his b