Random Mini Event: Worm is the Word

Never suffer alone, that's what Tachi reckoned. All this slime and ickiness made him wanna beat someone up, fight anyone or anything, but any battleground would be better than here. The battlefield wasn't far and he left the Mangroves with a sourness on his tongue, a sense of distaste that wouldn't shift, not that he tried all that hard to chase it away, you know? Sometimes bad moods settled like rain-clouds, a storm looming on the horizon would roll in whether the folks down below liked it or not.

And being all around that grossness made him want to make others suffer too, not too much but enough to sate his needs.