The Stalk Comet came, and injected life into my very own personal universe. With it, my very own creature. The Gaffamot, which is described as “Attempts to look hard, but fails, residing itself to a life of misery and microwave meals”
Gaffamot, like anything living, needs to eat. But what? Well, other creatures of course. Balls to this ‘plant’ rubbish, it wants meat! After hunting around for a while, killing the odd few creatures, then getting killed, and chased, and more killed, and more chased, Gaffamot has evolved enough to realize it is fed up of this primordial soup lark. It wanted more out of life, something solid. Like bread or something. So, he grew some legs and marched onto land.
Now on land, it had a base. A nice little nest it could call home, with other Gaffamots there. The alpha male wanders off into the wilderness and find a nest of quirky little yellow creatures. He sings to them, does a bit of dancing and eventually makes a friend. Content, he leaves his new buddies to whatever they are doing, and goes to find another bunch of creatures. These ones don’t look so nice. They are green, and ugly. He kills them. All of them.
My Alpha Gaffamot has blood on his hands, and he likes it. After eating the corpses of its victims, laughing all the time (probably), he decides something. “I’m not any old creature, I’m a Gaffamot. I don’t need friends, this world will be mine”. He slowly enrolls more Gaffamot to help him. They become stronger, bigger, cleverer. Species now fall at the Gaffamots feat, as groups of them march around the landscape, making entire species extinct in less than a minute. They slowly evolve into killing machines.
The Gaffamot have got quite clever with all this killing and maiming, and they form an organized tribe. Unfortunately, at the exact same time, so do some other species. Including what looks like, some humble broccoli.
The Gaffamot tribe leader isn’t happy with the prospect of sharing with anything, never mind broccoli…something must be done.
The Broccoli, it turns out, aren’t as wimpish as they might look, but in the end, they succumb to persuasion: “die, die, die”
After some scuffles with some other tribes, Gaffamots have taken control of their continent. They have become….civilized. Well, as civilized as a group of sociopathic dinosaur dogs with arms and a penchant for killing can be. They knock up a city hall, and quite a nice one I think.
The Castle of Despair. “All who enter shall despair…at the lack of proper nourishment, as they will only be fed microwave meals…and peas.”
It looks like there has been unrest between the Gaffamot species however. Rival cities of Gaffamot has set up, all wanting a slice of the world for themselves…well, thats not this leaders style now is it?
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hehe… i like very much ^^
i take it this is how far you are through the game atm then?
… im still itching to get it myself ^^
I’m in space now, wondering what the hell I’m meant to be doing.
^^ now im thinking that this post needs finnishing :D … im anticapating the end :(