Sometimes, when the moon is full and bad omens abound, particularly foul smelling piles of garbage, vomit, and excrement will crawl out of the mildewing slime and take on a life of its own. These pestilent and confused globules of refuse are Grimers. They arise confused and repulsive, wandering seemingly at random, and everywhere they go they leave pungent droplets which in turn grow into a life of their own as a new generation of Grimers.
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| - Sometimes, when the moon is full and bad omens abound, particularly foul smelling piles of garbage, vomit, and excrement will crawl out of the mildewing slime and take on a life of its own. These pestilent and confused globules of refuse are Grimers. They arise confused and repulsive, wandering seemingly at random, and everywhere they go they leave pungent droplets which in turn grow into a life of their own as a new generation of Grimers.
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| - Sometimes, when the moon is full and bad omens abound, particularly foul smelling piles of garbage, vomit, and excrement will crawl out of the mildewing slime and take on a life of its own. These pestilent and confused globules of refuse are Grimers. They arise confused and repulsive, wandering seemingly at random, and everywhere they go they leave pungent droplets which in turn grow into a life of their own as a new generation of Grimers. Grimers reproduce by gifting their limited sentience to refuse they pass over, but it seems doubtful that they are even cognizant that they are doing such. Grimers take no part in the rearing of their offspring, and each new generation of Grimers awakes as bewildered and lost as the ones before, and begins its thankless wanderings searching for meaning. Nevertheless, the moon seems to have a strange pull upon the Grimers, and when the moon is full, many of them may congregate briefly in one rancid-smelling place - whence they dance and comingle until sunrise, before again wandering off in a search for meaning.
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