decided to make the second phase of infection because I'm avoiding my work
The Rot Husk is the result of the Rot Worm's infection. To keep itself from rotting, the Rot Husk must eat. It will violently attack anyone and anything it comes across, usually with very little regard for its personal safety. It's not long before large growths begin to grow on the creature acting much like tumors. The tumors steal the nutrients from the Rot Husk making it even more hungry and desperate. eventually, the growths overtake the Husk entirely, becoming a pile of pulsating jelly. These growths will hatch into new Rot Worms that will fight and kill each other as soon as they hatch leaving only one to go on to find a host. The Rot Worms parasitic lifecycle is short lasting only a few months.
Hero factory headcannon:
Akiyama makuro is a great being who thought making the great spirit robot was folly and left in a spaceship he built after the first prototype blew up
He then founded makuhero city which eventually spread into the multiplanitary society it is now
I keep my armies… in my sleevies! *thousands of rats armed with medieval weaponry and dressed in rat sized plate mail begin pouring out of my sleeves*
reminder that Earth has a kickass moon and you should go look at it
Spyboxes!
my siblings and I used to build these guys and hide them around the house and sometimes in other places like an elf on the shelf except they were superspies
they didn't have mechs before but i wanted to make one
what is there was a maximal whose beast form was just a regular human man
I think that Gabriel is a beetle and his armor is an exoskeleton
Might draw that sometime…
centaur: hold it right there, you can't just ride through my fields uncontested! I'll lose my credibility if we don't battle or something
confounder: that's fair. how about we-
centaur: and it can't be a pun battle. I heard what you did to the sphynx
confounder: darn. okay, what if I beat you in a horse race?
centaur: Ha! Alright, where's the finish line?
confounder: That tree over there. Where's your horse?
centaur: let me just call him
confounder: you're not a horse, this is a wait what
centaur: SVENTAL! HERE BOY!
*massive six-legged, four-eyed horse gallops around the bend wearing a saddle made for a centaur*
confounder: that is NOT a horse
centaur: it IS a horse, it just has six legs and four eyes and is large enough for me to ride. You agreed to a horse race, you didn't specify it had to have four legs.
confounder: ...
centaur: ...
confounder: I hate you
centaur: you brought this upon yourself