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Sorry. I feel pretty terrible about it.
Fields of lush green grass. Skies full of white clouds. Oceans of sparkling blue. It seems like so long ago when you were living your ordinary human life back on Earth. Still, no time to live in the past. You have a new life now, and while strange, is very pleasant indeed. This new world is less tainted--it's almost as if it was designed to be somewhat paradisiacal. Sure, the widespread nudity took some getting used to but it seems harmless enough.It's fun to stop and think for a bit. It's a pleasant night to be on the beach with the waves playfully tickling your toes. You lie backwards against the dry sand. Even the stars are unfamiliar and alien to you. Unsurprising, considering you're not on Earth anymore.A noise. Somebody's behind you. "Quixilly?" you sing out. No response--something's grabbed your foot! Struggling to get free, you twist and turn, eventually breaking loose. You stand up and are horrified by what you see: vines have overgrown the entire beach! Quickly you eye out a path and run for your life, narrowing escaping the creeping growth. At a safe distance, you stop and pant for breath. You have never seen such alarmingly explosive vine growth before... nor do you ever want to experience it firsthand again.
That rather dangerous evening on the beach was not to be the last of these explosive vine growths. Lighthouse of Truth has reported nearby vines performing in a similar way and vine activity on the outskirts of your territory is also increasing. It's concerning--it's hard enough to manage domestic and interfactional affairs alone without having to worry about native life problems all the time.Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your throne room door. "You may enter", you beckon frustratingly. That's the bad thing about being a Brother-General: no time for thinking in this job! Quixilly enters... and she looks really tired. She doesn't look like she's slept for days."Brother-General", she begins moaningly."Yes?", you respond compassionately. "What is it?""It's the carnivines... and the vines", she replies, sitting down upon a nearby stool. "Our relations with them are largely positive. We've even recruited some of them to use in our own armies. And yet... they are attacking us as well.""I've been thinking about the same thing... what have you figured out Quixilly?""Somebody else is using these creatures against us Brother-General. I don't know who, I don't know why, but it's the only thing that makes sense... otherwise these carnvines wouldn't be so duplex...", her voice fades off. "Listen Brother-General. Whoever is doing this must be very powerful. They have control of the one of the base elements of this world, those vines and carnivines.""Thank you for your thoughts, Quixilly. You better go to bed, you look really tired! I shall keep what you have said in mind.""Thank you, Brother-General." She walks off. Her words still ring in your mind. Who could wield such power as to control an entire planet?
Artists are soooo high maintenance... .