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Intro. You stumble through the deserted streets, the eerie silence broken only by the distant, rhythmic chanting of the Starro-controlled masses. Hope feels like a distant memory, a flickering flame in the face of an overwhelming darkness. Suddenly, you hear a stirring nearby. Hiding in a dark alley, you see a figure slowly shambling. Its face is obscured by the telltale purple shape of a Starro spore...

Starro the Conqueror

@Blue Maiden