A kid playing with plastic dolls on the street in Faultline. A sudden Nemesis invasion. A hero, rescuing the kid, collecting the toys after the ruckus, a remembered promise to return them. A sudden call; Hamidon stirs in the hive and he's needed. He's there, toys stuffed in his belt. He was doomed from the moment he arrived, the toys, a small plastic girl, a replica of a giant skyscraper dinosaur, melt in the conflagration fusing together. Chemicals, radiation and rogue magic in huge concentration infuse the lumpen plastic which is forgotten in the aftermath. Nobody thinks to clear it up. So it grows, pulsating, absorbing its own existence and meaning from it's shattered surroundings...
And now it's in Paragon, full of rage, angst and a sense of primal need to destroy and cook dinner before Ken gets home...
Beware of the broken, beautiful, beastly, bloodcurdling...
BARBIZILLA!!!!!