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Shimeji Wrecker of the Apocalypse (#2539)

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Shimeji gazed across the bloodied field of crumpled corpses with a grim satisfaction.

"Your decaying flesh will be a nourishing feast for my mycelium spawn" he rumbled.

The carnage had been swift and brutal. There was a reason he was known as "Wrecker" - the poor souls who crossed him rarely remained in one piece for long.

He looked down for a moment at his trusty companion, a surly warthog who was hungrily gorging himself on another fallen foe.

"We have done well here, my friend. Today there walk less wizards than the day before. Their scourge on this realm will soon be at an end."

It had not always been this way for Shimeji. He had been a peaceful fungus once, full of cheer and goodwill. He had grown with his family in a small copse of trees in the Fey woods, an idyllic spot by any measure. Peacefully whiling the days away soaking in nutrients from the fertile Earth, playing silly games with his brethren.

That all changed the day of The Harvest.

One cool autumn day, Shimeji heard a crunching and commotion in the distance. Strange noises he was not accustomed to - an approaching group. Shimeji was at once fearful and curious. He had never seen a visitor in their little neck of the forest, save the woodland creatures that occasionally scampered through. What wonders did these strange new creatures bring?

Excited voices carried through the forest leaves.

"I think we're getting close Wizard #9885... the hog seems to have picked up a scent!"

"Ah, tis a fine day for foraging. With any luck we'll have enough shrooms for 10 potions of vigor!"

Shimeji flinched as a furry tusked beast crashed through the underbrush, snorfling at the ground. What strange creature was this? A moment later, 3 pale and gangly humanoids followed, clumsily trampling through the forest bramble. Shimeji froze, too petrified to make a sound. His brothers and sisters, all resting in hibernation, did not awake.

"By jove we've found the motherload!" one cried. "Fungus Vivificanus - Lets get to picking!"

To his horror the men bent down and started plucking his brethren from the ground - viciously ripping them from their mycelium roots. He opened his mouth to scream, but not a sound came out. All he could do was sit and watch in petrified horror as his friends and family were brutally plucked from their roots and thrown into a satchel.

Why they didn't harvest him, he may never know. At the time he was one of the smallest of his brethren, perhaps they overlooked him. But it was their fatal mistake in letting him live. That day burned a horrific impression in his mind, and set him on a path of bloodthirsty vengeance that could only end in the destruction of all wizards.

Over the years he swiftly made a name for himself as he cut a swath of bloody vengeance through the Runiverse. Wizards spoke in hushed tones of a hulking green monster that lurked in the edges of the forest, surrounded by a noxious green cloud of toxic spores that drove men to see strange and terrible visions before they were hewn asunder by the crushing weight of his notched and worn broadsword. Hiding was of no use... his warthog companion would soon sniff you out. And there were rumors he was recruiting more followers to his genocidal cause.

...

Back on the killing ground, a crumpled form stirred on the ground, weakly pulling himself up to his knees.

Shimeji turned and placed a crushing boot on the tortured mans back, crumpling him back to the ground as he moaned in horror. Shimeji lifted his brutish blade and held it above the mans neck.

"Gaze on me sorcerer, and witness your doom. For I am the Wrecker Shimeji, and the apocalypse of wizards is nigh."

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