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Cut-Scene Poetry:

This is RuptureFarms

We used to make Meech Munchies,
Until the Meeches were through.
We still made Paramite Pies,
And we made some good Scrab Cakes too.
I thought I had a good job,
But that was before I knew.
How we'd make New and Tasty,
I was still to find.
The truth, it turned out,
Now that would blow my mind.
The Glukkons were scared,
'Cause profits were grim.
Paramites and Scrabs
Had been turning up thin.
But Molluck was cool.
He had a plan.
This new kind of meat - it was us!
I just had to escape,
I just had to be free,
and I didn't even know
I had a destiny.

Abe's moon

I had just got past those Slogs
When the strangest thing I saw:
A big moon was before me
And it's face... was my paw!
Then I fell down a cliff
And smashed my head,
When some Bigface appeared
And said I was dead,
Said our land was changing,
Was imbalanced at best.
He told me my fate
Was to rescue the rest;
For Paramites and Scrabs
Were sacred once,
But that was before RuptureFarms
Turned them into lunch.
And they live in the temple,
And that's where they still nest.
And facing these creatures,
That was my test.

Paramonia

I had visions of Paramites living in the wild,
How they were before I was a child.
Then I saw what we did, ignored their cries,
Cut 'em up for Paramite Pies.

Paramite Scar

The bigface said I'd learned much
Throughout my quest.
This handscar would help me,
For more dangers await.
I would need it's full power
To complete my fate.

Scrabania

I had visions of Scrabs safe in the wild,
How they were before I was a child.
Now they're cut, ground and mashed into little cakes.
Scrabs destroyed for profit's sake.

Scrab Scar

My test was completed,
I expected to rest.
Then the bigface revealed
The intent of my quest.
The two scars together
On the back of each hand,
They could shut down RuptureFarms
And restore the lost land.

Shrykull Revealed

With hand scars complete,
The spirits took form.
Now my chant had power.
RuptureFarms should be warned.

The Factory Halts

I'd found the switch
To kill most of the power,
And there I was
In the final hour...

Monsaic Lines Story Stone Poetry:

Grave dangers await those who dare
For Mudokon trials offer despair.
Enduring the nests of creatures' unrest
Is the task for those seeking the test.
Brave beware for the old have told
That only one shall be so bold.

Few Paramites and Scrabs inhabit these lands
As millions have died at our own lost hands.
Sacred they are to us who know
But face them he must to continue their show.
Shrykull shall come from their spirits' unrest
To aid the victor after this quest.

Single blue hands
Shall bear the brands
And unleash the power
To destroy false lands.
Glukkon ministers will fume in alarm
As the Shrykull awakened
Halts the flesh farm.

Born to those of lost history
And laborers of flesh.
Those within the conjured
Beast of monstrous appetite,
Of hardened shell and horrid burned breath,
It's heart of steel and blade.
The first shall bear witness and come forth:
He frees his own before finding the others.

With power acquired blue rings will sing.
Chant to release the havoc they bring.