"They slept, carefree and well fed on corn... lolling their heads in platitude, unaware of the devil brewing under their feet, the corn fed devil, bringer of pain the darkness. After a millennia he returns to earth to bring his own flavor of doom. To bring him, an entire harvest was reaped, the darkest of harvests to break the barriers between worlds. Genocide of generations of an hybrid corporate lobotomized and sterilized intelligent magical species of plant, long lost cousin of the Millenium Trees, sacrifices to bring this devil to the world of Rifts Earth. His coming foretold, all that the mortals do now is wait, wait and cower, sure as the corn prices are skyrocketing to sate his hunger and the people starving, the Cornpacalypse is most definitely nigh... "
Whispers of a report heard on the wind... magic pigeon messaging system droppings heard by players the morning before their next adventure as a faint echoed report issued by an operative with a harsh voice. He seemed to be arguing with someone, using increasingly desperate measures to convince them of the danger. His emotions so strong, they tinged the pidgeons echos with red, amplifying it to any open minds near its its flight (directly over the megabarn).
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