I am going to be as frank as I can be. While the art is prolific and a few are good to look at, mass consumption leaves...well it feels somewhat empty. Almost all your creations are insectlike in some way, have small heads in proportion to the bodies, long arms, and LOTS of projections and spikes. I find that level of repetition to be somewhat akin to looking at Gundams, after a while, they all look the same.
"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!"
-Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"