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Quintessential Quandary |
[ebff2011] Seriously almost everybody else has these walloping bulbous noggins. Only a few guys like Monotoli's security dudes come close to the StarMaster's head. Why is his so small? This has kept me awake at night since I first played the game. Is the true secret of nothingness that your skull collapses in upon itself to fill the void? Or is the StarMaster actually the only normal sized head, and everyone else was just stung by multiple bees? His head seems the most proportionate, after all! I think this is an important topic.
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| Elobo |
Don't Wash Me Bro! |
[ebff2011] Ok. Ok. So you've backed me into a corner here. What is it you want? Huh? WASH ME? Get away! This filth is all I have! This stench is my only comfort! And you would take it all away from me? I AM the rot, dude, I AM the garbage! You will erase me! ME! Who's supposed to be the monster here anyways!? Are you that callous? Are you that sinister? No... why are you coming closer...? Put that away... no... no... don't... don't wash me bro...
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| Elobo |
Obsession |
Uploading my shoddy fanfest shlock. [ebff2011] "She was a simple hobbyist, her passion keeping her out of nasty associations like Happhy Happyisms and the Fresh Breeze Movement. She didn't dabble in Burglin Park's illicit condiment trade. She didn't join in the midnight vigils of Orange Kid's most staunch admirers. No, she thrust herself headlong onto the exhausting path of an ace mycologist. She poured her energy, her time, her money into her craft. She gave it her life and her livelihood. She accrued so many mushrooms. So many. Why did she need them? It was excessive, the obsession consumed her. The need to separate herself from the normal cliques, and then the need to once again belong. The fibrous hivemind of Peaceful Rest Valley's mushrooms. A direct neural link to the planet. Everyone an extension of the same organism, everyone beloved by everyone else. Intoxicating. Humanity was a small sacrifice. Her collection reached critical mass, and she began collecting everything else. People. Trees. The Valley. She is the valley now, they all are. She dearly wants you to fee the same feeling of oneness, of true belonging. She wants the Earth. She wants to become it. The natural primordial push towards survival compounded by human obsession."
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