King and Tracy.

[ebff2011] Despoiled sac of bloat, frothing behemoth writhing in the decay below. Sealed in, captive of the pulsating energy of earth. Contagious wretch, held in invisible magnetic bonds. It soaked them. I grew to hate them and depend on them. And then they were released. Stolen. Its power and its prison. Its inhibitor. Its spawn grew larger and more violent. And its anger swelled in propensity. Too large now to fit through the holes to the pristine world above, it hews its cage away without effort. Great chunks of stone and metal tossed aside, difficulty a foreign notion. All of the filth spilled into the underworld is about to bubble up and rot away the surface. Imbibed in the pestilence of the Rat's wake.

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.