Garrison Turns Everyone Into Potatoes
In the realm of Eorzea, where magic and music intertwined, a tale of unforeseen transformation unfolded—a chapter in Garrison Mangler’s dark saga that left the land forever changed. Garrison, once a charismatic Lalafell musician and the leader of “The Manglers,” had succumbed to the allure of power, leading him down a path of malevolence and chaos.
As rumors of his nefarious deeds spread like wildfire, one peculiar incident stood out—a time when Garrison’s music took a twisted turn, with catastrophic consequences. While performing a mesmerizing melody alongside his band of eight Lalafell musicians, “The Manglers,” Garrison’s ambitions led him to experiment with dark magics that tainted his music with a sinister energy.
Unbeknownst to the unsuspecting audience, the harmonies that emanated from Garrison’s instruments held an insidious power—a power that twisted and warped reality itself. As the enchanting notes flowed through the air, a strange transformation began to sweep through the crowd, affecting everyone in its path.
One by one, Eorzea’s inhabitants found themselves undergoing a baffling metamorphosis. The audience members transformed into potatoes, their bodies changing into tuberous forms as their voices were replaced by silence. The once-bustling gathering was now a sea of potatoes, the land suddenly teeming with the starchy forms of those who had come to enjoy the music.
Chaos and confusion erupted as the realm grappled with this inexplicable calamity. The streets that had once echoed with laughter and camaraderie were now lined with potatoes, their unseeing eyes gazing out into the world. Eorzea had been ensnared in Garrison’s malevolent symphony, forever altered by the dark magic that had infused his music.
As the ramifications of Garrison’s experiment became clear, a sense of despair washed over the realm. The once-vibrant communities were now filled with the eerie silence of potatoes, their lives and voices stolen by Garrison’s malevolence. Eorzea’s inhabitants struggled to adapt to their new existence, their humanity lost to the whims of dark magic.
But Garrison’s malevolence had not reached its peak. With a sinister plan in mind, he gathered the transformed potatoes and planted them in the ground. Infused with his dark magic, the potatoes sprouted into new forms—Lalafells, much like the ones that had once inhabited the land. These new Lalafells, born from the very land itself, were different from their predecessors. They were loyal to Garrison, bound to his malevolent will through the dark magic that had given them life. Eorzea was now populated with these twisted creations, a testament to Garrison’s malevolent power and the chaos he had unleashed.
As the realm grappled with the aftermath of Garrison’s malevolent transformation, hope seemed all but extinguished. The once-vibrant world was forever changed, its communities transformed into a nightmarish reflection of their former selves. Eorzea stood as a haunting reminder of the darkness that had consumed it, a realm forever altered by the malevolence of one Lalafell’s ambition.