this wouldn’t happen to me if I were a globster
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this wouldn’t happen to me if I were a globster
Possibly my favorite cryptid of all time is a globster called Trunko that was spotted fighting a pair of orcas off the coast of South Africa in 1924. It was most likely a chunk of dead whale but the witnesses’ descriptions are so vivid and whimsical and it just makes me smile.
Drawn in the style of a children’s book because it strikes me as a friendly beast that saves kids from drowning and shark attacks and other forms of nautical peril.
spread from the Globsters riso zine, 2021
One of my favorite things in the world are globsters. "Look! A plesiosaur skeleton!" Nope it's another basking shark. It's always basking sharks. And they would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for those meddling biologists.
i can’t find that sea monster post again but nevermind (edit: it’s [here]). It’s most likely a dead whale with decomposing blubber as most globsters are. NOT a sea monster sadly
Globsters are much like their terrestrial cousins, the Fatbergs. They are gross amalgamations of fat and garbage. However, their aquatic nature has allowed them to absorb extra materials and rubbish. Rotting blubber, lost nets and water borne scavengers are brought into the mass, converting it into extra limbs and weapons for the floating beast. They drift among the waterways and pipes, seeking prey to consume and assimilate. Though they do not possess the razor maw of the Fatbergs, they have some extra tools. From their mouths can come a variety of scavengers and tentacles, which are used to seize prey from their dry perches. Boneless limbs end with nasty hooks, beaks, claws and blunt objects, and are used to strike at foes that dare attack it. They can puke forth masses of slime and rotting blubber, dousing the flames that are used to burn their wet hides. Though they seem to drift aimlessly, they are active hunters, seeking populations to consume. With a variety of abilities and a thick, fatty body, they are not easy foes to defeat. One's best hope is to force them onto dry land or drain the pools they sit in. Under the weight of their own body, they will collapse upon themselves and become easy targets.