5H4TT3R3D_G4T3 Generic Enemy Concept Thread

A typically lumbering, commonplace foe covered in layers of ferrous Rubikian tumors that display various shards of sometimes emotive features never correlating to the creature's current mood. In fact, many of the displayed elements on the independently shuffling extensions can represent previously undiscovered, or more aptly put, vastly misinterpreted emotions. The cavemannish being's character is deemed to be an unwitting, albeit aggravated host, scratching at the infested areas until either comparatively unaffected flesh tears away or one of the many durable chunks breaks off. It will attack anything that doesn't exude the same demented aura as all G4T3Rs, utilizing the cumbersome weight of the growths to its advantage in melee combat. If a cube, attached or not, rapidly vibrates in your encounter, then you could bear witness to the miracle of G4t3R tumorigenesis, the act that the terrible G4T3_5M45H3Rs have sole control over akin to the previously mentioned "stickers." There have been documented cases of Scramblefaces' forcible attachment to bulky signal transmission technology via gruesome neurosurgery for reconnaissance purposes, as linked instances could function as low-quality omnidirectional cameras. If the tumors can act as a live feed, then what terrible abomination could these things be, allowing us fragmented view under normal circumstances?

An obnoxiously bright, off-orange sentient mixture of toxic components that awaits inside its container to lunge towards the nearest organism given the opportunity, almost always going for swift deep impacts that expose the bloodstream to this monster's dreaded influence. Once inside, the muck assuredly travels through the venous system, corroding the afflicted's innards until it reaches the heart, shutting down all processes before zombifying the host. After finally penetrating the BBB, a slightly less potent breed of ooze is produced by the original, which could be excreted from saliva glands and various other unmentionable means to infect surrounding normies. The standard mode of stalling and flushing the viral material after entry is the playing of loud, busy tones, which exploratory groups are advised to stockpile multiple copies of. While it may be dangerous once it enters an individual, the creature cannot survive more than twenty seconds once fully exposed to any open atmosphere; therefor, the best preventative measure is to destroy the suspicious container from a distance. Despite the oddly professional, yet tastelessly queer design of the packaging, which urges children to inject without supervision of their parents, these strains of cognizant fluids are always from some scuzzy bathtub origin. Multiple historians speculate that the original product is the congealed blood of a slain G4T3_5M45H3R by the hands of the original founder of SWAgartha, Le Nuitquêteur, while others interpret it as the sap of Blæzbuskr, the Inverse World Tree, after Saboteur felled it with twenty-eight strikes to prevent growth into SWAgartha and above.

A bloated confectionary-felid hybrid forced to return from death with a long-bastardized ancient pagang ritual to seek and maul anything that stands between it and the deceitful promise of a final rest. Once able to propel itself using its own abundant pool of XD-whimsey (Xtra-Dimensional) during life, it has devolved to a vile geyser of various bodily fluids thrust out the uncountable lacerations created during despicable post-mortem acts by G4t3Rkind. As it experiences more abject torment and blatant torture, the forces that reinvigorated those old bones grow stronger and more ravenous, leading roving hunting parties of PBScats to form in the hopes of relieving even a sliver of that overwhelming pain, which inevitably feeds the endless malice feedback loop the spell perpetuates. Exploratory groups tend to bring back weakened loners after expeditions into the 5H4TT3R3D_G4T3, keeping them as exotic pets in the hopes of treating their ailment and benefiting from an "unaging" friend, citing that the botched magick is the sole corruptive force to account for. Whilst that may be technically true, no owner has kept such a malleable-minded reanimate docile long enough to justify sweeping efforts of recovery other than a merciful bullet. That being said, an upside to such an effective predator roaming the wilderness below The Gunt's Abyss is the well-documented evidence that G4T3Rs are higher on their to-kill list than prey they regularly feed on to retain rotting biomass. The "flies" that typically swarm around and breed inside an average specimen aren't insects in the slightest, but rather, something much worse.

Endlessly chittering, mischievous imp-like beings, "Colony" refers to both the feeding accessory and the creatures swarming around it due to their sole dependence on the nutrition bestowed by it. As such, clusters of this expanding species are born together, tending to spend their entire lives in close proximity despite what vast differences they may embody. What's strange about them isn't their antics, as they live and die by their simple love of trickster antagonism, but rather what they're supposed to represent in general. All members share common traits of disembodied hands and shoes connected to a large "head" reflecting familiar icons in a roundabout fashion. Experts in the field of shagatelogy have repeatedly fought — and on two separate occasions, murdered each other — over the argument on if they ARE the icons fallen to the will of G4T3_5M45H3Rs, or if they're a twisted reflection of their PFPless populace. A fringe group of these experts has gone on record to state that the argument doesn't matter in the slightest and the two points were concocted by Colonys during early interview periods to sow dissonance between whom they saw as gullible targets. Given that they stay tethered to these feeding tubes, maintaining a steady pace in another direction or cutting off their supply is more effective than reasoning with them, as they can only survive without their "fix" for only a few minutes, and the device they subsist from is bulky and difficult to maneuver. As these obnoxious fools were only recently discovered, there are only a few recorded forms they are born into, including but not limited to a smiley face, white angler-thing, green robot, monochromatic tanker, blue bird, and a green four-leaf clover. If you have any information regarding the discovery of a new variant, then you should've dispatched it and transported the corpse to any one of SWAbureau's regional offices for further study.