As goes gremplin culture, the elders eat the most pie and drink the most lattes, the greed gets stronger with age and fuels their old gremplin strength. With Dnikelffurt spores writhing around in every lump of pumpkin swallowed and now swirling and popping inside an insatiable Obo, he carries the fungal plague throughout the village. A harbinger of disease himself, McBrundle Jr. accompanies him. They float to and fro, blindly looking to infect and to munch - they are endless.
First the trufflekinder, now the gremplins... will the spores take over everything? Is there possibly some way to change the fate of this world? Obo may be the last husk of a gremplin to trundle through the land for no...