A closer look at the Grim Goat and good ol' Shrooom!!!

Vast network of mycelium, many fibrous finger things like tiny maggots crawling through the supple earth of Foggyland. After its defeat, it lay in hiding under a dormant source of power. When the power returned, it had touched the hearts of humanity, and the fungal entity drank deep of it. The darkness of individuals the power had passed tasted the sweetest, and the instinct to simply survive became a lust to avenge and cause suffering. The propagation of itself gave way to new feelings of pride and primal fear. Its behemoth basidiocarp rose once more. Twisted and forlorn, pained and angry. And it ate the creatures of Foggyland from the inside out, leaving them unfeeling husk puppets driven only to further the providence of Shrooom!!! Corruption now spreads unseen beneath the pure winter snow, a deep malevolent stain poised to devour the world around it. Next time, hold the mushrooms.

It takes real grit to crawl to the top of the Scarabian underworld. To control the black market and to scream across the sands in search of quarry ripe for plunder. He's a master criminal. Lightning fast and untouchable. Yet fastidious, exacting, and meticulous. Of course, such desperadoes demand a high ransom. Not monetary, but in the position that comes in offing number one. Being on top means always keeping watch over your shoulder.