The Queue

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The Spores™ have told me that everybody is connected to a Spore, so now you can have your own Personal Spore, standing enigmatically in The Queue™.

To ensure that your Spore makes it into The Queue™ please leave a Spore Name and donation in the SporeFund; all donations will result in your Spore being drawn and posted and will let me buy pens and paper. Please donate more than £1, as Paypal just eats that up in fees. If you send more than £10 I'll send you a signed print of your Spore as well!

Alternatively, mail me with a character name and if it's ace and inspiring, I'll doodle a pic of your Spore and add it to The Queue™. But without crossing my palm with silver there is no guarantee of your Spore manifesting. Donate for Success! :D

Your Spore will appear here along with a few notes to tell you a little about their personality/situation. It may take a little while before your Spore manifests itself as I am currently immersed in work and nappies, but fear not ;)

Reality is a thing of the past.

Create the Now.

Release The Spores!

Kallus

The Spores™ have told me that everybody is connected to a Spore, so now you can have your own Personal Spore!

To ensure that your Spore makes it into The Queue™ please leave a Spore Name and donation in the SporeFund; all donations will result in your Spore being drawn and posted and will let me buy pens and paper. Please donate more than £1, as Paypal just eats that up in fees. If you sned more than £10 I'll send you a signed print of your Spore as well!

Reality is a thing of the past.

Create the Now.

Release The Spores!

Kallus

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I fucking hate the word 'queue'.

Tuggy. As he's the first, I've given him a 'crazy frog' cock. Kill him now.

Glanipook is a mid-class sporeling, please note the utility hole on his neck. Add salt to taste.

Hup-Hup Maroon and Mister Tickly the spidelet.

Plik.

Herman Rentokil, portable entertainment system.

Halibut Pantygirdle, another unwitting victim of the New World Order.

Noob Faloob, a rather surprised individual.

Yugadunk, defrosted cyber-caveman.

Big Dog. He's fucking big.

A drunken old Jedi and his Wookie friend.

Snatter McRibbit, he may be small, but he's also annoying.

Limba Dimba Rinda, I kinda cheated here and added a few implants to one of my daughter's doodles.

Twink, semi-delightful disaster girl.

Mac McMacMackey, cubensis strain.

Eric Pffffarr, cursed with unpredictable gaseous transportation.

Mrs Plumage, she's not been the same since the cats ate her digestive tract.

Errol Spackarms, perv.

Frondelle, perv smacker.

Timpo, Rindel and Poon, token stickman zombies. Harry Parpet is running away.

Alien, large hands, no genitals.

Kung-Fu-Bubble.

Doom Clown, Doom Clown, coming to your town...

This is Fritter, there's plenty of things wrong with his head.

Nathan Sulky and the three unsuccessful cheerer-uppers.

Often found naked in fields, vigorously covering his sordid tracks, this chap is Stallion Explosion!

Tertiary Flangewhapper, official bouncing sci-fi mutant.

Tilly Fighole, strangled by jewelry.

Chance Meeting Boy, meeting himself, by chance.

Long Ping McGee, practitioner of smiley-mask straight-jacket sumo.

Bubblebug.

The Scribble Shaman.

Good old Gutmouth Quantumhead's back in town, time to prepare for the dangerous milkshakes!

Slimo, very small, very irritating.

Reginald Fosterberry, you can tell he's transcended, he's wearing a robe.

Grotilda Hungg, her ice cream is made from shit and she knows it.

Neem, Treefork and Sporkz , they don't want no fries with that!

Skragnatz Von Drongo's entire world is a balding mans head.

Parpina Regtabless eats brains on beaches.

Dorba Menork is a little apprehensive about spending such a long time in a queue but Bobby Coccyx thinks it'll be fantastic fun.

Doctor Glans O'Sillumage lives a strange voodoo life with his legs poking through a large head.

Harold.

Gripper Humptyspunk, easily inserted.

Bartholomew Stickleback relaxes with a smoke and a goldfish.

Shaya Falorn, Sporehunter, likes fringes.

Spazzy McGee surveys the situation.

Lublubs looks on whilst TicToc's mind and body go slowly insane.

Mr Bubbles only has half a collar.

Goobi Jalla distracts with gesticulation.

Corber Yad , blob-splatter extraordinaire.

Raymond Courtyard, parasitic adventurer.

Fotch, recalibrated gun for hire.

Humphries hovers above the queue, quietly drinking from unsuspecting heads every now and again.

Archibald Moonface knows it's all worth it in the end.

Eddy Lemon brings cheerful doom to the proceedings.

Scrooloose can pick things up with his utility eyeballs, his hands too!

Dado Rail watches on as Splash Welly Kid does her thing.

Absent-mindedly concealing a fish, yes it's the Highly Recommended Priest!

Zanzibar Figg waits patiently, breaking his fingers one at a time.

Jiffy McSquirrelhead is the true lord of the dance!

Yoddle Hinker's eyes have a life of their own and he loves it.

Cornelius Muldoon seems rather lecherous but apparently he's only interested in some new shoes.

Joroshuma enjoys wrapping gifts in venomous superstrings.

Spit-Roast Martha, sporejuice addict.

Bob Slimen - greasy and friendless.

Here's Fnijney, he just loves cuddles and blood.

Splint Woogarg's got a hooded cape and the finding fingers.

Loolah sometimes regretted injecting her head with growth hormones.

Scratch McThratch is prepared for most dental emergencies.

Grimal enjoys balloons and playing hangman with the Sporelings.

Lockwaddle is a vegetarian cannibal.

Erik Tangular knows all the angles and is several of them.

The stale rice cake stench signifies the presence of Morton Snorthoover.

Kelduum, mercenary Spore - payment in Secret Bananas™ only.

He's the sheriff in these parts, here be Zapper T. Gringo III.

Solomon Dracknoor waits in line, resisting the urges. He is gentle and helpful but terribly cumbersome with small children.

Countess Mippipopolous is revealed!

Borline has tiny little legs growing from his chin.

Tobias Requiem. He is frustrated by imaginary and real bees.

Chaosis Blorg is feeling rather confused about it all.

Needl Beedl wants your soul of course!

To pass the time Gleebo happily assembles a new body out of passing particles.

Here's Shruggel Lungfisher, constantly plagued by smiling people with balloons attached to their heads.

This motley crew are the Novelty Cake Assortment.

Jellody Slurryspot is wondering what the fuck he's doing here.

Curoriga has cranial escapees!

Reactor Grits, primed for deep-sea antics in the stars.

I thought I'd better join the queue myself, so here's Zoobie, Bumplet, Kallus, Jaz and Random Bear.

Flippy The Limp, being carried along by his nurse, Deathbag.

Zetsumetsu is quietly confident in his queueing abilities.

Vorpal Besqueathley Manflick O'Toole is poised for bovine kung fu.

Norble Spritz peers from the undergrowth.

Daglathor hovers impassively, possibly deactivated.

Grandiose Spanthwizzle ponders the next step of his physical evolution.

With the head of a psychotic implant bunny, it's the Relentless Albatross Man!

The Foomble loves huggles!

All fear Rockhead's singularity earring.

Yrrfsome Gomburjalrus has held his breath mightily ever since he joined the Queue. He has no idea why.

Scmellenbrecht slipped on his entrails again.

Mr Chronic bought a coat with the money he got from selling his arms.

Lord Theodore Camptonwheet has the thousand mile stare.

Punani the Conquistador has a watermelon for a hand.

Fringly Franglefrond is very happy to be here.

Shwemslee McSnaggle often daydreams about owning a nose.

Paja Koom, intestinal surveyor.

Coretankerous Billyhorn sees many things and trusts none of them.

Dotty Crotchtangle is covered in monkey grafts.

Almar Zamasee loves squirrels and rather likes the taste of them too.

TekSpore happily insults the world.

Zobii & Tsuzaka enjoy and detest their fake symbiotic situation.

Nunky Choad is sprouting.

Jamus hovers in his multi-handled pot of excellence.

Vispar Gaboon, afflicted with non-existent Escher-nose.

The Kraxon Device.
Push the button, everyone else does.

Yggdrasil Smith is prepared to lap up the remains.

Borabus Golightly, Happiness Enforcement.

Sweetcorn Greening, poised for public speaking.

Toadstretcher absorbs the details.

Thomas Bertram Randal Cocks, seeker of limbs.

Spanglehump Engledinck is open to suggestion.

Larry Whackdaddle is prepared for most scissor-related incidents.

Rozelle Dowse has the fire eyes.

Zazie is locked into the signal.

Kiorte Drago, short but effective.

Horace Thurston Ashtabula plants some thought seeds.

Reverend CowPoker and his tools of the trade.

If Vel Madman's driving then you're in for a fun time.

Spung the Waggler Goit vibrates at a secret frequency.

Daysun Schuyler Perkins is thirty percent here.

Bidbell - as slithy as a tove.

Clatterwack Xell trades flesh for metal.

Zrephel Qentba is simply misunderstood.

Corgan Roo wants to cuddle your frontal lobes.

Intino Paircoi, possibly lost to Chaos.

Technocrat Howden now plots to overthrow his right arm.

Han Sporillo finds you quite intriguing.

Padrè Slyph Superfluous Fandango, afflicted with Final Fantasy hair.

Thalidomide Maynard -Dynasty has lost his bass.

Bliken the Blind, all chirpy and killable.

Uh-oh! Urgwal Bumbiter is beginning to smile.

Caught Jester enjoys scaring people with his Doom Thing.

Lucilla Teatime is both lucky and unlucky at once.

Am Le Nilk - Grand Fisibrator Of Spang.

Artemis Funkweasel is feeling a little cabin-feverish.

There's eggtoplasm everywhere! It's Norman the Giant Chicken Ghost!

Why's Lobo in the queue? Because he's fraggin' Lobo and he goes where he fraggin' wants to, that's fraggin' why.

Jafta Sem Pinna, sufferer of penguin-head syndrome, prepares to get well.

The hungry Nomgle takes a nibble from Grunblotmunche delamung Fookraaargh's arm pod.

Zeitgeist is here, adding to all possibilities.

Robin Cockarm is leaking.

Genitt Rentson slows everything to a low throb.

Cedric Moldavia is having sentient skin problems.

Sammy Snapperson psycho-dances to the frondular funk.

Skitgraves has fired up the intrigue generator.

Gruloid Grummplepan, hovering sage.

Dopplar waits for the right moment.

Toasty Adrenosurge has seen the truth inside you.

Powerful wizard and occasional salt cellar, its Heinrich Von Snackenshopp.

Nobody quite understands Criuk.

Splatter Man-Fu-Chu collects interesting parts from interesting entities.

Bibianna Lewacat commands great peril in an amusing fashion.

Titchnesky presses the Button.

Hardy and Weinberg reassess their previous claims.

Anadin Zorpak has no elbows.

Grenton Chinton Carpool, unconscious arachnid exterminator.

Undulating Bob finds his focus.

Hilda Bunting - she will take over the world... very slowly

Astellus - unprepared for another probing from her wandering oddities.

Luggin Pumps traded limbs for stumps in order to really appreciate the taste of his urine.

Fejling enjoys a simpler life.

Rufus J. Testacular is a well-loved old man.

Brian Swish attempts to maintain the illusion.

Rattlefish grows intelligent spiderlocks.

Balshubir thinks he remains unnoticed.

Do not run from Gok-Lar The Collector, climb inside him and destroy him from within.

Drimene knows there's nothing to fear.

Årsø thinks he rules the world.

Rintel Pintel and Groon, his hat-mounted voodoo spawn.

Petey McShatsprinkler III makes a long 'kzeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' noise.

Vatsag Mulkoon is too happy for his own good.

Bila and Jibelle get bored easily.

Mr. Ashtray Linespalsy and his curious groin!

Cuntsocket McFrenzy is oiled for action.

Here's everyone's favorite party person, Mr.Horatio Lucius Quadrangle.

Ooh look, Clammy is about to burst a brain-boil.

Figgus DeFickle rises from the soil.

Dingdoole Manspip quietly chews at his face.

Nwelli Jabber is kept in place with tent pegs.

Freyfrey and Kebble-Kabble are brother and sister by mind, not body.

Salmonetta Jinnjuice has almost mastered the art of walking.

Dusty McFlangewobble knows everything is malleable, mind-style.

Rick Knockdidilly knows about the secret off switch.

Mbouloukoue Swakeelee is processing hypnotic suggestions.

Wheeeeee! Yes, it's Katunga!

Twikerdo's control chip is stuck on 'boogie' setting.

After the first incident, no one ever seemed to dance with Fayea Catharrious.

He ain't no robot in disguise, this is the true face of Grimlock.

Blaggard Felatious Kanamacious will have his way with himself if it's the death of him.

Educated Hate fires up his third eye collection.

Destructo Spin crashlanded.

Quattr0ken doesn't know if its going in or out.

Janepuke Orangecyst Goldstein has a peculiar flavour.

One half of the mighty Pwürg, this is an incarnation of Mr. Lucas Bones.

Wolphin was starting to go critical.

Will Gastro has found a shortcut.

Ionita and her ostracized midget dragon pal are exploring things!

HermanTurnip, orgone enhanced.

Kasper the Dentist comes from a land without teeth.

Chumpolbunchorn is armed with a spiky thing.

Soynaan Sorassol waves to your DNA.

Dodofren is quite excited really.

Stung47000, powered by Tao.

Zeph the Morbidly Obese secretly contains an ancient site of power.

Miss Charlie Cheddar, keeper of the cheese, had kept it rather too long.

Fletchwort Spudcake accidentally used an ancient role-playing text as the basis of his physical form.

Archibald Mothership has finally materialized.

Enantiodromia is Junger than he feels...

Mulladoa provides the pepper.

Skooker believes he's queuing for ice cream.

Aitor Zurrinxtana is the happiest he's ever been.

Stycastic has a mushroom growing out of his ear.

Dahvied leans on a thought.

Seòor Loot Loot, what more can I say?

El Digo loves his nodule.

Squit McSnurdy keeps his thoughts vibrantly chilled.

Boob Mooble weeps at the sounds of the waves...

Phoebian is watching.

Stussy apologises for the delay.

Leroy Jenkins does a little dance.

meta_SIN prepares to kick the chimp.

Fleaflicker is locked on.

(as of 20/07/05)
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