Name: Comi'Thrus
Rank: Shas 'O [Ethereal Caste Commander]

Excels in Caste Tech, increasing build rates and tech function. Superior Linguistics.

Shas'O Comi'Thrus, of the Comi'thron Empire, seeks to unite other factions under their banner for The Greater Good, as an alternative to war.

She was already clever enough to convince a sect of Orcs to unite under their banner, by giving them a giant empty fusiloge, and telling them it's an ancient Tau Relic called "The keg of Loyalty" and, taking advantage of their super advanced telepathy, but super stupidity, told them as long as they are loyal to the Comi'Thron Empire, it will forever be filled with the most delicious beer they could ever drink. And since they believed it would be, it was.

www.gizmag.com/comet-c2013-a1-mars/26472/

I must go. This planet needs me.

:3

This is Ink-Man. Or as I call him "Inky" He used to be in every nightmare when I was younger. And sometimes it's like I can still feel him. He always chased me. but never caught me. At least I don't remember him catching me.

he moved across walls like a shadow, and could extend his appendages into as thin and as many inky lines as he wanted with out limit. He could also peel off the walls, and be both 2D and 3D at the same time. Sometimes pieces floated off of him and vanished.

His eyes were always a void white. Empty voids that I could always feel starring at me no matter where he was. Whatever part of my body he was looking at, I could tell because his stare made me feel cold as ice. Looking into his eyes made my vision blur and swirl and made my mind feel like it was being drained of life.

he never made a sound. I could only feel him. And he never stopped. He inked and slid across walls and ceilings and floors and lurched at me, 2D and 3D at the same time.
it could be a normal dream, than suddenly, cold. Dark. And I could feel his stare.
and there he was. His inky vines growing across the wall. Without a sound, I knew every time all he wanted to do was chase me. His inky shadowy vines dripping and crawling wherever my dream was. Houses, playgrounds, schools, his ink floating up, leaking down, defying gravity as he crawled and hunted me. My only escape was to hide until I could wake up.

I asked Kitty to draw him for me. I showed her an example in pencil, and after completion, just this image gave her chills.

Even the people of the Ponyville thread were creeped out.

the last one.