Wandering Window Wars
Crazy, spur of the moment sprites populate a world that will make you scratch your head with intrige and disgust! Get freaked out more, and, as always, watch them dance away!
| The Sprites |
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| Bald: | Lacking spiky hair, he cannot be the main character. |
| Bat: | Not to be mistaken with the animal that has anatomical form. |
| Beard: | Full of facial hair and rage! ... and maybe some pork. |
| Bird: | Does it really need to be spelled out to you folks? |
| Blob: | Semi-sentient slime sucks. |
| Cake: | There's always room for cake... to kick your ass! |
| Dragon: | Large, scaly, has bad breath- Hey! It's not your in-laws! |
| Eye: | They don't even look like this in your head, but these ones do! |
| Fish: | How is it breathing up here? |
| Flame: | Searing spirit of fire that will toast your marshmallows like no one's business!
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| Flaming: | Panicked peasant lit ablaze who can get in the way. |
| Fuzz: | Cute, annoying nuissance that won't go away. |
| Globber: | Filthy monster of the muck. |
| Goblin: | Pointy mischief maker with a lust for gold. |
| Goop: | Sludge man who is slow in body and mind. |
| Growlie: | Rumbly beast with a big appetite for heroes. |
| Grunt: | Fiend who makes up the armies of evil overlords. |
| Hero: | The brave protagonist who will vanquish anything wrong. |
| Horn: | Demon who has been pumping serious iron. |
| Loaf: | A block shaped brute who is slow but sturdy. |
| Mallowhop: | Cuddly, fluffy, and great in cocoa. |
| Pants: | Tough, durable, and in style. |
| Peller: | A flying fiend who hovers through the air and drops upon its prey. |
| Piggo: | That's a huge bitch! It scares me and makes me want bacon... |
| Pony: | Don't let looks fool you. It's actually a top stallion. |
| Robe: | The androgenous and scholorary sidekick. |
| Serpent: | Hissing, scaly, limbless reptile who puts the shake down. |
| Shovel: | The single greatest ally you will ever meet. |
| Skelly: | Bones can move without muscles. Shows what you know! |
| Skull: | When not protecting your brain, they are doers of evil. |
| Snap: | A pesky biter who jumps out of the ground to get a mouthful of you! |
| Squirrel: | Nut packing, tree vermin with a floofy tail! |
| Toad: | Bloated amphibian who fights for justice and not being road kill. |
| Tomato: | Fruit, vegetable, or half-assed creation? |
| The X: | Sinister foe who will not reveal itself... ever! |
Indepth Bios
Flame:
A vile and violent force spawned from rage, hatred, and obviously fire. They are ethereal beings without physical bodies, just searing flame. They have no fuse on their temper and feed on destruction, spreading it like wildfire, appropriate as they cause such to create this ruin. They are prone to lapses of control, so, even if summoned, they may turn upon their master. They attack by either seeding new flames, and sometimes brethren, through touch or vomiting forth burning balls. If their wrath ascends to exorbitant levels, they may even explode into a incinerating inferno, leveling the area to an ashen crater. Common birthplaces for these wicked manifestations are arson related deaths, wrongful witch trials, and burnt dinners.
Fuzz:
A cruel experiment gone horribly awry, these furballs were not the harbingers of devastation they were meant to be. Rather, they were adorable, squishy, and annoying. They somehow manage to get themselves wedge anywhere, from under rocks to inside of cupboards. They are incapable of inflicting harm onto another, even when under attack, and stick to non-lethal tactics, usually to its own aid or that of its friends. The dangling bob on their head only seems to be of interest to themselves as they spend all their lives chasing after it.
Globber:
Filthy monsters who ooze various slimes, gases, and stenches, these horrors breed and thrive in the sewers or putrid mires. They'll eat any organic matter that they can envelope. Reeking odors and acrid fluids are just some of their revolting weapons. Their singular eye is the center of their power and being and, strangely enough, is sour apple flavored over lime.
Goop:
A being comprised of thick sludge, these indifferent fellows can be found wandering the outskirts of cities at night, collecting garbage and other wastes to feed upon. While they try to avoid confrontation normally, their lethargic and slow-witted nature finds them in a better amount of skirmishes. Their arsenals include a variety of hand to hand tactics as well as body crippling toxins. Their favorite food is grape jelly filled doughnuts. If it's just that jelly that looks like grape, though, they go on murderous rampages.
Growlie:
Indigenous to all wilds, this predator attacks any intruders on its territory with the utmost ferocity. While it packs razor sharp claws, these come to little use given its stubby limbs, so its main method of offense is its enormous jaw, in more than one way. Its fangs can deliver substantial damage, but its voice is a weapon itself, capable of generating devastating roars with its gaping mouth. Petting their tongue is the only known way to calm them, nonviolently, but this makes them smile and tends to make you armless.
Grunt:
A savage tribe of monstrous barbarians, this vile race attacks more civilized establishment in raiding parties, stealing all the goods from the community: food, drink, gold, and dames. Their hearts are pure evil, so pure, in fact, that they do not have hearts, which made the analysis of the nonexistent heart questionable in the first place. Masters of war, they can turn anything into a weapon, and often do for their array of martial skills. The loin cloth, by the way, is not the fur from another animal. It's disgusting!
Loaf:
This blocky brute stomps around deep inside of dungeons and other labrynths. Its square frame fills up hallways so that none may pass without a tough fight. Thankfully, their full figure is double-edged and makes it difficult for them to chase after smart querry who simple flee the other direction. Problems arise when a pair corner their prey, to which there is little hope of escape. The real question is, what are you doing scowering ancient tombs? Get a job!
Mallowhop:
These gelatinous and sweet treats are quite the feat to catch. They stomp around the wetlands and marshes, spreading sweetness wherever they bound. Their only desire is to not be eaten and live in peace, but, when so deliciously scrumptious, few beings honor its plea. Fortunately, for it, its boneless body is lightweight and travels swiftly. The impact from each jump it makes is absorbed and released back out its body, fueling the next leap to create a tireless chain of motion. With this fact at its aid, a hungry hunter will have to either be faster or infinitesimally tenacious to grab a nip of its fluffy goodness.
Peller:
An airborne foe who keeps aloft by means of a single spinning blade located atop his head. Additionally to a speedy means of transport, and not just because it lacks feet, the propeller can rend flesh with easy if aimed to do so. Typically, their tactic is to drop from above, honed in on a meal precisely with its triad of eyes. From their, its long, sharp fangs make short work of an clueless traveller.
Piggo:
That's a huge bitch! These porcine monstrosities roam abandoned or rural structures looking for their "prince," who can be any man, thing, or concept that moves or can be made to move. Once their "betrothed" is spotted, they are smothered by the vice-like grip and plastered with affectionate, slobbering kisses. Even if one can manage to flee the bountiful behemoths, they have weapons from afar. A single blown kiss packs a crippling force that will leave all stricken paralyzed, usually while crying, for some time. As does not need to be stated, the affection over the "prince" does not last long as its other compulsion soon overrides it, and the Piggo will devour her beloved.
Snap:
Hidden under the loose sands of a desert or buried beneath the turned soil of a graveyard, an unsuspected pest lies in wait of footfall overhead. Once you are above it, nothing can be done. These fierce vermin spring out from the ground and clasp onto the passerby. Thankfully, the fright is worse than their bite, but the nuisances still leave quite a mark. Their amushes more than compensate for their lack of strength, and they have often been known to gather in large groups, blanketing a grounds in potentially hazardous steps.
The X:
WWW.RE does, as you know, stands for Wandering Window Wars since it was to be a browser based and browser interactive game. The X is, of course, the familiar broken image icon for that picute that does not want to load due to faulty coding. Heck, there are probably a few around here somewhere. This villain is the real cause of those unpleasantries, in truth. Show him what for!
Founded- 12/03/05 | Last Updated- 10/29/06
