Mister Mushroom

Nyush oola mumu? Shruba dungo ola, ola mu... gungi.

...Mishi umo sanga. Dogo!..

...Wyrms pull bugs into their thrall, Till ages pass and kingdoms fall,

Caps and shells may fall to dust, But Mr Mushroom readjusts...

...What was called a “hero” in its moment may be called something very different after time has passed.

The crimes and triumphs of our predecessors echo all around us, don’t they?

The chains of fate that bind us all together... do you really want to break them?

...Oh. Excuse me.

...Oh. I see. So you’ve been following me around then? I hope my travels haven’t confused your own, distracted you.

Then again, a meandered journey still has meaning. It is, after all, from a journey we find our purpose, though a stop is more than just a stop.

And my if those stops can’t be lovely things, wouldn’t you say? Transcendent plateaus, distant sandy lands, vast ancient kingdoms. Yours was not the first, nor will it be the last, but it’s a unique and special thing nonetheless.

Now, with my duties here finished, it’s time I made graceful departure. Till next time my friend. Tis a long road we tread, but a joyous one.

Mumushi ola, mumushi u nungoo. Myusha? Dungo myusha? Gungi, gungi...

...Well if things are getting too dangerous down there, maybe it’s time to take a break?

Come back up and spend some time hunting, or gathering, or wandering aimlessly.

No, not too much longer now...

Until our paths cross again...

...It’s not by tools that you’ll triumph, it’s through your smarts, your speed, your determination....

...I haven’t seen her, no. I’m sure you’ll remember where you left her eventually.

Trust the moon, or yourself. Or trust her. You need to trust something, that’s my point.

Hmm? No, not him. No. Absolutely not.

...The dead can’t make use of wealth in any case. What would they spend it on?

Yes, a big brood like that. They need food. And shelter. And toys.

If you keep some for yourself... Well, I think you deserve it. Yes...

...Shouldn’t trust the eye they gave you. Rely on your own instincts.

If you’ve got a keen nose, use it.

And while you’re hunting for secrets, beware those who are hunting you!

...It’s nice that you were able to help your friend. So you’re not hungry any more?

Yes, that was quite the appetite. I was impressed. Still, we all move on sooner or later.

To greater things, perhaps? So much can be achieved in just a short time...

Gungi, gungi... Mishi umo sanga. Poggi u dungo?