In a dark cavern far below the messageboard's crust a lone Wizard works by candlelight. In an abandoned keep, the walls decorated with images of tiny blue people being slaughtered by the dozens, the wizard squinted over his creation. The air was already stale due to the pressure of the sheer word count between him and the surface, and the smell of his creation didn't help. However his hard work was about to pay off, the final step was upon him. He gathered the Negative Energy of the area, the remnant spiritual mass of a lone kobold who warred against the tiny folk. His creation consumed the energy greedily and awoke, blue skin turned green with age, white cap stained by blood, it groaned out of to many mouths and rose to it's terrifying full height. Climbing upon it's shoulders the wizard directed his monster to the surface, and as it tunneled through paragraphs it's many mouths began to scream, a sound shriller than all the music. As it breached the surface the wizard broke into mad laughter as the common folk stared up in disbelief. When the behemoth finally moved again it's many mouths began to sing, and the necromancer joined in.
La la lalalala la lala la la~