While the happy reunion with Princess Hygiena was taking place, Clostridium difficile sat silently beneath the cover of darkness plotting his quest for total gastrointestinal domination. Billions of innocent Normal F’Lora had fled from their ravaged homeland after the Apothecaries had made an unsuccessful attempt to banish the Lords of Pestilence. “Friendly fire” and the annihilation of the caretakers of Gastropolis had made the job of Clostridium difficile much easier. Violent mudslides devastated the land as the tundra quaked and rolled. Metronidazole was on the scene summoning Vancomycin to stand beside her against this formidable enemy. Clostridium difficile was prepared to sacrifice himself rather than surrender. He had expected this, and prepared for it. Throughout his travels through Gastropolis, he had secretly hidden tiny spores to lie in wait like landmines. “Go to sleep, my babies,” he cooed, as he gently removed the toxic pellets from his back and placed them in the ground. Princess Hygiena awaited her call to action. Would Metro and Vanc remember to use her? The dark curse had made it impossible for her to use her powers unless summoned to do so. She knew that with the proper tactile friction, her potion would envelope the beastly beads in opalescent bubbles of doom and send them down the Stygian Sewer. Swift action was needed to prevent the menacing spores from germinating into a Garden of Despair. Gastropolis was facing an impending implosion – Today, Gastropolis….Tomorrow, Places Unknown. Would Metro and Vanc call upon the Princess???
…To be continued