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A convention for murderers!

Lookit 'im go!

Just out for a Sunday drive on his herb smoking spacewhale.

Terrify your hometown just like the big guy here terrorizes his!

Enroute to Shadowspace, the first Edgelords encountered Mandar the Magician and his wonderful ship, The Golden Warrior. He brought them to their destination, and helped them continue their quest, searching for the key to the Witchlight Marauder. While searching, the team overtook control of a powerful giant skeleton, and rather than leave it behind, they decided to take it with them! Now you can bring a part of this amazing adventure with you and brag about how you were there when history unfolded!

Enroute to Shadowspace, the first Edgelords encountered Mandar the Magician and his wonderful ship, The Golden Warrior. He brought them to their destination, and helped them continue their quest, searching for the key to the Witchlight Marauder. While searching, the team overtook control of a powerful giant skeleton, and rather than leave it behind, they decided to take it with them! Now you can bring a part of this amazing adventure with you and brag about how you were there when history unfolded!

These poor souls are so screwed. They thought they’d surprise these cloaked doofs and score some cheddar, but they forgot to look out for the g*ddamn dog.

The Slaad hunt is on, but who's hunting who?!?

Our little Headless Horseman shares his holiday bounty with all the kids he meets.

A little known fact, Bigfoot actually loves having his picture taken, but only if he has time to primp and pose.

Are you an alien that just happens to look like an ancient Chinese dragon, or an ancient Chinese dragon that just happens to look like a space monster? The difference is the pants, real dragons don't give a F. Space monsters know that it's best to keep things contained.

A popular excerpt from the medical text, "Aberration Anatomy," (House of 12 Publishing, Hyborian Age), Page 12, Figure B.

He slimy and he's PO'd.

As you sneak down through the abandoned mine, a slurping, wet sound comes across your elven ears. It almost sounds like suckling, what could it be? Will you go forward, or turn back? You use your darkvision to peer farther into the passage... Look out! To your right! Too late! Roll for initiative!

While they were partying, you studied the blade. While they fornicated, you mastered steel. While they wasted their days at the gym in pursuit of vanity, you cultivated inner strength. And now, in the world's time of need, they come to you for help.

He's just hopping over to the next asteroid to pick up some groceries.

Hurrying to work at Star Command, Mr. Giraffe rides in style in this 3019 Fjord Festiva.

Otto the Owl enjoys personalizing all his things.

Star Command's bravest explorer ventures off into the unknown regions of deep space with only a thin glass shell keeping the long, cold dark of the vacuum at bay. There, she sheds the shell of the fish she was, and is reborn as the fantastic fish of her future.

This poor lonely EyeBot outlived his planned obsolescence, by 29,995 years. Is he your pal? Or your bitter enemy? What will it be, Wastelander?