"When the Dreaming Ones dream of living things, those living things bend and twist to their interpretations. The pathogen spreads, not just in the minds of humanity, but into nature. That is a distinction only you make, sweetling, nature and you. It's all the same to the Filth. It's all the same to us, actually.
See the Fungal Filth. The alien energies of the Zero Point slide and drip and crawl and spread. In places, they irradiate the local fungus, taking on yet unseen manifestations. A new strain, or at least new to this Age. The Filthy fungus thrives in places of upheaval or of rot. Its spores spread, first infecting trees, but then taking over local fauna and commanding them to further the spread. The fungal Filth mutates and expresses itself. See the Bug, the Incubator. It breaks from the tree host, and totters off on spindly root-legs, puffing clouds of preternatural illness. See the Seeders, the Blobs. Formed from large colonies of the evil fungi, they share a low collective intelligence. See the Colonist, the Fungal Hulk. The dominant form of the Filth Fungi, they have learnt to walk as bipeds, a dire warning of things to come."
See the Fungal Filth. The alien energies of the Zero Point slide and drip and crawl and spread. In places, they irradiate the local fungus, taking on yet unseen manifestations. A new strain, or at least new to this Age. The Filthy fungus thrives in places of upheaval or of rot. Its spores spread, first infecting trees, but then taking over local fauna and commanding them to further the spread. The fungal Filth mutates and expresses itself. See the Bug, the Incubator. It breaks from the tree host, and totters off on spindly root-legs, puffing clouds of preternatural illness. See the Seeders, the Blobs. Formed from large colonies of the evil fungi, they share a low collective intelligence. See the Colonist, the Fungal Hulk. The dominant form of the Filth Fungi, they have learnt to walk as bipeds, a dire warning of things to come."
— The Buzzing, The Secret World
The forest fell swiftly, As the lumberjack swung
Except for the Special Tree, Which could not be stung.
She missed her friends, And the hymns they sung.
So she started a tune, That broke the man's lung.
Except for the Special Tree, Which could not be stung.
She missed her friends, And the hymns they sung.
So she started a tune, That broke the man's lung.
"In the centre of the clearing, isolated from its brethren, is a single... tree. ...is it really a tree? If it is, then it is the most bizarre, the most monstrous I have ever beheld. In sharp contrast to its dreary fellows, it is a riot of vivid colours, and filled as if to the point of bursting with a queasy vigour. As for the shape... while it can if nothing else be credited with sustaining the basic for of "a tree", it seems to be in the midst of an endless, profane attempt to stretch that form to the absolute limit of tolerance."
Hold your hat and hang onto your soul
Something's coming to eat the world whole
If we fight it, we've still got a chance
But, whatever they offer you
Though they're slopping the trough for you
Please, whatever they offer you
Don't feed the plants!
Something's coming to eat the world whole
If we fight it, we've still got a chance
But, whatever they offer you
Though they're slopping the trough for you
Please, whatever they offer you
Don't feed the plants!
— "Don't Feed the Plants", Little Shop of Horrors
