Welcome, reader. I would assume your attention was grabbed by the picture attached. Or...perhaps it was the codename itself? Maybe you're here because the history of Calypso Hollow's woes intrigue you? I wholly understand the appeal of being a history buff, after all. But you did not come here to read about my personal rambles, did you? You want to know more. You want to know why this measly little place is something out of a dystopian novel. Here, I will tell you just that, a mere reason for such an occurrence.
One of the deadliest creatures that once roamed the Hollow, these horrific monsters were artificially idealized by the Madish himself to fulfill his goals of taking out whom he considered Gurthian threats. Twisted Sundaesauruses are swirled amalgamations of the previously-successful vanilla and strawberry types of Sundaesaurus (with a few hints of other ingredients to make a flavorful disaster!) and in turn are far more powerful than they once were. A myriad of them were released onto what was once Calypso Island; I'll admit, it's a miracle that they were all killed off. Not many I know now could have fended them away.
Their bites were vicious not just for their strength, but also for their aggressive nature. Like sharks, they would apparently thrash angrily after latching on, worsening wounds and turning casualties into fatalities; because of this, they were once a major cause of many deaths amongst the Hollow's residents. As per the request of our peers and the victims of these Sundaesauruses, I have chosen to keep any named deaths anonymous. However, what I can mention is the supposed targets; Twisted Sundaesauruses were alerted by fast motion, quick attacks, and creatures perceived as threats.
Attacking it directly did not do much due to the makeup of its functions. It held both hard and soft material, which protect and cushion respectively. The most that could have been done is stalling or stunning in this method, if I had to guess. The only way to safely dispose of a Twisted Sundae is water; enough spray diluted its body to the point of stifling reformation and it would eventually die off, leaving its cracked sundae cup as a souvenir. I knew someone who collected bits of those cups, actually. She was odd.
There have been a few cases of these beasts spoiling and becoming covered with a sort of mold; although they abandon their thrashing, this quelled aggression is replaced by, according to notes and observation, a "sweetly-smelling, non-lethal necrosis". This phenomenon is barely seen, though...why would someone risk the rotting of their own self? Why would this be preferred? I ask of you all to consider this, to consider the implications and limitations one would hold for this to be wanted. I ask of you this as well; would you, in this hellhole, find solace in the removal of your skin?
