Monstera

It was in the time of the great rains that the Monstera deliciosa chose to rise up.

Did we expect it? No. Did we know the black fury living in their hearts, just waiting to be set free?

No.

We were fools.

These ruthless hordes trampled our towns like they were made of straw. Resistance was not an option. When the Great Ones did fight back, the invaders laughed … laughed in their faces as they crushed our heroes into oblivion.

So began a dark decade, one that would be known thereafter, as The Shrubbery Years.

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