Siren, the nightmare
About this creation
On the road to madness, I have encountered many things of great disturbance to the mind. I have witnessed cyclopean creatures, giant arachnoids, and things... things that defy earthly anatomy. I thought I had seen them all, those hideous black tentacled masses, and their ever so luminescent yet cold eyes that would stare right though you. I was wrong, for I have seen (if that is even the correct sensory term) the truly horrific grandeur of the Siren. Nothing would have prepared me to face the insanity of the nightmare.
 In the dark landscape I wandered. I know not how I got there, or where I was going. Beneath my feet I felt the rolling hills that tumbled into infinity, yet I see nothing but the encroaching blackness of night. The sun had died eons ago into the horizon, but suddenly I felt a rush of cool air pass through my body. And as I turned to face the direction of that gust of demon wind, I saw surmounting the blackest hill the towering silhouette of an amazing structure.
 The tower gave off an eerie glow, and like a ship lost at sea I was naturally drawn to the grace of the saving light. As I climbed the steep slope I grew wearier, but instead the hill stubbornly raised its incline. I was determined to reach the light, for I cannot fall back into the terrible darkness below. I climbed towards the heavens with my feet, and eventually with my hands. As I triumphed over the last ledge, I limped on the ground at the feet of the great giant.
 I counted three massive legs and a body nesting on the apex. There were no means of getting to the top of the structure. I had stood at the tallest ground underneath my failed triumph. The dark landscape spread mockingly beneath my sight, and my optimism in the light slowly dimmed and faded until a most horrible revelation rammed the spear of insanity into the heart of my last hope for salvation.
 A crank of machinery and the sound of slithering snakes awakened me into unnerving alertness. The ground trembled with the fury of an earthquake. And in my panic I caught the movement of a pillar of the tripod that was earlier planted so firmly into the ground. I feared for the collapse of the structure that towered above me, but as I looked up, my eyes beheld the sickening horror of the one thing I knew and loathed too well – those black tentacles of death. And that light... that was no light! It was the bloated fungoid eye of the hideous horror that spawned to life before me!
 At that moment I would have wished for death rather than to linger in my insignificance and suffer from the insanity induced by the horror. But Fate had cruelly granted me the latter, for the creature steered off in its monstrous strides down into the darkness below. And although I was spared of my meager life, my sanity died. Into the distance I saw lights on the summit of every black hill, lights that slowly moved in one direction towards one destiny.
I know not what lies beyond the black hills, but I know that the Sirens are coming. Slowly but surely, these biomechanical horrors will one day reach where they were programmed to be. As I lay helpless on the zenith of this dark world amidst the myriad of migrating lights, I cannot but fear the demise of civilization. I have been sacrificed into the dark realm as a messenger, and this message I have left on the leg of a Siren. If you are reading it... I could only pray...
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August 12, 2009 |
cool look at my microscale |
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April 7, 2009 |
I enjoy the story your putting together with these MOCs. from what I gather some sort of force (alien or otherwise) has infected all of humanities machines that they have become so dependant on, turning them into hideous biomechanical nightmares that, through sheer horor drain those who experience them of their sanity, crumbling the entire world structure as we know it, and casting it into a dark abbys brought uppon by the machines themselves... I like it! ^_^ |
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August 6, 2008 |
It looks very much like a Virus.
Never seen a MOC like that before.
It's Neet. |
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May 24, 2008 |
I Praise the Artist, this is truly great, unbelievable.
Now, the Old Brick in me says: "This ain't no Legos anymore!".
Splendid nevertheless.
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April 26, 2008 |
This is great, and the Black Fantasy Genre has inspired me to create a rather large tripod myself. check it out-once i actually get some damn pics on this site... |
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September 10, 2007 |
I was going to write something dark here, not really relating to the creation, but I couldn't think of anything. Amazing creation, amazing story. You should write a novel. |
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August 26, 2007 |
*cough, cough* Waro'theWorlds+goodMOC *cough, cough* sorry about that, just had to clear my throat. Ah yes! Now for the review... |
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August 25, 2007 |
Are you emo or something? Nice MOC nonetheless. |
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August 25, 2007 |
Awesome! It kinda reminds me of the Annihilator Tripod from Comand and Counquer 3: Tiberium Wars. |
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August 24, 2007 |
This is a true work of genuis, or a mad one. Anyways, a very intritically detailed and portrayl of n alien or monster model. So... you should ask someone to publish your works of literature, they are magnificent. |
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August 24, 2007 |
Imagine, a lonely traveller seeing a dark mass of rocky hills, when suddenly lights appear, millions of orange bulbs, moving with an eerie grace yet undeniably malicious purpose to their goal... a great rumbling, swishing noise as their deadly limbs sway to and fro... Enough to drive anyone mad who wasn't already. But fortunately it is alone now, and I am just left whithout words to describe this- thing. It's brilliant, nice story as well. |
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August 24, 2007 |
Hmmm, it would seem that there truly is a fine line between artistry and psychosis. Not that I am surprised by this. One would think that a bright but psychotic mind would be capable of any number of clever observations; in addition, said person would be able to create a world around these observations blending in various delusional thoughts and possibly hallucinations.
One, then might wonder if the treatment of the psychoses would rob the world of a creative mind. Is it the sheer geniusness that overpowers the individual’s mind – too much power for the fragility that is the human condition to master? Power without control as it has been said.
Is Haldol the brakes that allow the individual to shut down enough of their mind to come back to reality? And if so, is it fair to grab the person by the psychological ‘foot’ and drag them back down from the heavens?
Something for those that are smarter than I to evaluate. Clever creation. Lee.
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August 24, 2007 |
Your mind is as chilling as a stephen king novel, and about as twisted |
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August 24, 2007 |
Once again, someone learns the most important lesson of all: Don't go towards the light.
Really, this reminds me kind of like a less fluid version of a Martian tripod. |
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August 24, 2007 |
A beuty Nannan. The ropes and tubes really give it that organo-mechanical look. Definatly belongs in some science fiction book. Watch out this one might get blogged. |
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August 24, 2007 |
I'm suprised this hasn't had any reviews yet, anyway, a brilliant walker using some very clever methods! Nice work. |
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