Tomatized
Alpha City, The last bastion of human resistance as the veggie empire marches forth. Assimilated and embedded into an inescapable herbal network, humans are bound to dissolve. Berries high in solanine, stem, leaves, fruits, Superhuman biodiversity unhinged. Tomatized, gastro-intestinal, neural and sleep disorder. liquefied bones and muscle tissue human vegetables prime for the reaping. Gargantuan tomatoes oversee the transmutation process. Tomatized, Earth shall be ruled by a new breed of sentient beings.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
An abandoned factory plant, home to uncanny chemical experiments where those creatures began spawning. Hell of the living dead, radioactivity out of check. Hell of the living dead, a disturbing ripening of those berries. Feels like living a Bruno Mattei movie, where the oddest things happen out of the blue, but now I'm here, stuck in this vegetable inferno, where falling asleep would cost me dearly. Hell of the living dead, radioactivity out of check. Hell of the living dead, a disturbing ripening of those berries. Hell of the living dead. Hell of the living dead. I've watched men turn into these contraptions, with parasite-infested skullcaps, arms and legs of herbal matter, their will now under rule. Is this how mankind ends on Earth? Hell of the living dead, the web widens Hell of the living dead, transmutation is near-complete.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Nothing but terror, mayhem, uncanny disappearances and death to be found here. Blood Kitchen Garden. Germ cells that survived through the ages, awoken by reckless scientists; spores with unprecedented features. Blood Kitchen Garden, off-the-charts regenerative abilities. Behold the kingdom of cyclopic tomatoes. Brain damage and tongue removal: the first punishment for victim. Adults don't believe in monsters, a goddamn deterrent, rendering humans helpless. A centuries-long wait for regrowth, extreme survival in extreme adversities. Blood Kitchen Garden, the point of no return is just ahead Alpha City is bound to fall.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
A Tomaborg executioner soon to be sent back to the past. To protect the achievement of sentient tomatoes: that shall be his task. Tomator - programmed to exterminate humans Tomator - designed for the ultimate blowout. Corpsefucking Art are charged with writing a new song that shall put an end to the cursed garden. Corpsefucking Art Tomator travels back in time for them, lest that song burn their roots away. Tomator - an uncertain future on our tables. Tomator - We're back to eating unseasoned food. Tomator
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
A Nightmare On Tomato Street. If we ever manage to defeat these creatures, we might write the script for a genre movie and this cound be its title. Sometimes I wish it really was a nightmare and that I'd rather wake up in a run-down boiler room, than be turned into garden produce. A Nightmare On Tomato Street. Right on this very street is where the early mutations took place. Perhaps an alarm clock will bring us back right on time to realize we had just fallen asleep in the tub, so we can drive to school with our pals. A phone is ringing, yet we might be asleep with the earplugs on in front of a TV set on mute. A Nightmare On Tomato Street. Sometimes our dreams seem so real. Am I even sure I wound up the alarm?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
A seemingly unoccupied mountain cabin, an outpost where that ungodly book was retrieved. The book of the dead, Strange creatures and possession. The book of the dead, planet-eating spores were no mere legend. Damn those scientists, their discoveries are always aimed at self-destruction. The planet-eating spores were placed in cryostasis, only to be fatally awakened after so many years. The book of the dead, a script only partially deciphered. The book of the dead, evil could be sealed once and for all. Desolation and death pushed only a few centuries back, words written in blood, to seal a secret. Only this unfathomable tome could save us.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Suddenly upon a mysterious resort a malignant omen looms. A mad scientist has laced the facility's meals, an infected squid will trigger the bloodshed. Dead sushi, fresh fish seeks revenge, and very angrily so. Dead sushi, giant octopuses are making zombies out of men, a deadly ally will decimate the patrons. Only experienced chefs can foil the danger, their sharp blades perform decapitations. Suddenly I find myself in odd situations, My brain must be making everything up, at least I think so. Dead sushi, food coming alive and attacking people. Dead sushi, somebody tell me I'm just dreaming.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
I find myself in a grim mausoleum, white marble corridors, an endless labyrinth of burial vaults. Phantasm The innermost fears flow through me, as I live day by day a reality warped by my mind. Like a phantasm, I live between world of dreams and a real one, but I cannot make out where I actually am. Phantasm I can hear the gravedigger's footsteps, coming closer and closer, and they rumble. Cast from one reality into another, I am a ghost that can find no peace. I am facing a short journey, into the restlessness of my brain. A tall man approaches me, as discordances keep threatening me. I must be living a dream that is real.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Escape from Alpha City I'm awake, or so I think, I'm in a mental hospital. Where are my tomato friends? Sedated by medication, stationed in this bed, free to interact with my wacky worlds. An egg hatched in a nest of other birds, secluded from the world, in my beloved Alpha City. Escape from Alpha City Discipline and rules, thoroughly imparted by a head nurse. Take me back into my nightmare, Where I can still dream of my father. Some people are just meant not to line up, to live by no rules, to be labeled as insane, insane. to love their own monsters, monsters.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026