
Gono-King
He was a fifteen-minute walk-in case. Nobody came. He grew in silence, crowned himself with no witnesses, and now his walls drip reinforcements.
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Somewhere along the way, the world decided protection was optional. The swarm thought that was an excellent idea.
The only thing standing between the Territory and total collapse is F.O.R.R.O., Front Of Rubber Rescue Operations, a rescue agency that takes its job WAY too seriously, staffed entirely by clones of its founder: the Legendary Urologist, Commander Carrillo.
Grab your rubber launcher, agent. The Tunnel won't hold itself.
Personnel file: Agent 001Certified clone
Official outbreak classification: eleven species and one king. Tap each one to hear it talk.
Fast, fragile swarm. Harmless alone; in a pack, a serious problem. Each one has its own name and last words.
Made it to the King and came back green, eager to share. Tough, relentless and non-negotiable.
Corkscrew body, stadium-sized ego: he stops the battle to sing his own anthem. Ignore him and he climbs.
Never travels alone: flanks in pairs and leaves slippery puddles. He calls it hospitality.
Self-proclaimed captain; he had a hat. Take out the organizer and the horde goes back to being small fry.
The guest nobody saw come in. By the time you feel her, she's been there a while. The radar reveals her.
Wind-up dentures with tiny legs. Wants your stock and gives it back torn. Never open with your teeth.
Growth entrepreneur: shoot her with the wrong thing and she only gets bigger.
The visitor who never fully leaves. He slows down, dozes off and comes back. He insists it's just a see-you-later.
Grandpa handing out rubbers from another decade. To him, expiry dates are a modern invention. Check it twice.
Convinced everything is better in pairs. One is enough; two at once and it bursts.

He was a fifteen-minute walk-in case. Nobody came. He grew in silence, crowned himself with no witnesses, and now his walls drip reinforcements.
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