Well, one day, I was walking along, Laptop in hand, Homework in bag, and idiocy in head, like always. I didn't realize where I was until it was too late to turn back. The Forest. Mushrooms, everywhere, emitting poison gases at me when I touched them. The fumes were so noxious, I could feel my health deteriorating when I breathed them in. All hope was lost... Until a strange creature came to the rescue. It dug up from under the ground, and uprooted the mushrooms, killing them, and allowing me to arm myself. I found a small, metal tag on its neck: Digug, Male Grey Cyclops Drill, it said.