SIGIL 0003 – Holographic Xenomorph Sticker | Rubber Hose Alien Terror (2.1" x 3.0")

Place was a fallout-fried kiosk in Trashspire. Some place called "The Burned Tent". Really lived up to the name too. Nothing but a few sticks and a hole in the ground with some tarps put up to keep the acid rain and stray dogs out. Lady who ran it? Looked like she'd been taxidermied and reanimated with nicotine and spite several times over. Gave me a wink and a knowing nod and said, ‘Careful now dearie, that one there glitches if you stare too long, it's looking for a friend, dontcha know??’ Thought she meant one of her stupid little worm infested piss monster cats she had roaming around, not the sticker. She was right, though. You peel this baby and slap it on a surface, it flickers—like it’s on a looped cartoon reel from hell. Old rubber hose animation style, but it’s a Xeno. It's got a Big, dumb smile. Tap-dancing in place, waving with one hand, other hand's holdin’ a pint of… I dunno, coolant? Blood? Something viscous. There’s no brand name, no serial. Just ‘KIDDY KORPZ INC.’ etched faintly into the corner. New one to me, can't dig up any info on it neither. Definitely not city-legal. Whoever it is better hope the ZPO doesn't come looking for them for not having a business license. Good way to get your ass gulag'd post-haste. Sold it once to a guy in Ward 8 he BROUGHT it back the next day, swearin’ the thing multiplied. Said he found four more on his fridge blinking in unison, doing a can-can dance in a conga line around a roast pig like some sort of demented hawaiian luau while one of them shook it's ass at him in a grass skirt. Naturally, I hiked the price. Anyway, I got a batch. Not many. Thought of torchin’ ’em, but... you know me. Trash moves fast. Yours if you want ’em. No refunds if it invites more of it's friends over for a slumber party.”