You have joined the ranks of the undead. By your own volition you traveled south of Podunk to the Graveyard. You are theirs now. But you are happy. As a human, you weren't allowed to eat brains OR loiter in the graveyard. You can now. You scream in exuberant joy "ZOMBIE!" as you rip away your shirt. But you are only a PseudoZombi, amongst the weakest of the legions. A simple smiling boy with a wooden bat will soon end your miserable existence. The time you have to enjoy zombiedom is numbered.

Pure power wrought in cruel metal by expert hands can squeeze the hearts of the most stalwart of creatures. Total deception and impenetrable bodies are the hallmarks of these batteries of PSI. Such apparent innocence hides true terror, and the ability to disarm a nation with but a smile.

The Muttshroom give the impression of a solid family structure. But it begs the question if these Muttshroom are individuals or just a familiar conceit of one organism? No mycelia stretch between the dogs so it would appear that this is a family and pet enjoying the independence of the wild. They have not fallen victim to the overwhelming sedentary drive of their fungus halves. They will revel in each other, the hunt, and the fresh air... not just the soil.