Morons

His face began to grin with innocent and consummate lust. (The True Men had never felt it necessary to inhibit the breeding habits of Morons. It was hard for any kind of human being to stay alive between the Beasts, the Unforgiven, and the Menschenjagers. The True Men wanted the Morons to go on breeding, to carry reports, to gather up a few necessaries, and to distract the other inhabitants of the world enough to let the True Men have the quiet and contemplation which their exalted but weary temperaments demanded.)

This Moron was typical of his kind. To him food meant eat, water meant drink, woman meant lust.

He did not discriminate.

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Morons
No. Enc.: 6d10
Alignment: Chaotic
Movement: 60' (20')
Armor Class: 6/13
Hit Dice: 1 (d4)
Attacks: 1
Damage: 1d4 or weapon
Save: 0-level human
Morale: 4

Degenerate humanoids related to Eloi and Pallid, the Morons are prolific and indiscriminate breeders who quickly over-populate any environment they occupy, no matter how productive or Edenic it might be. Hierarchically-minded hedonists and intuitive conformists, they are dedicated consumers and followers. They love ostentation, pomp, and elaborate rituals and will almost always spend copious amounts of their time and effort on self-adornment, frivolous decorations, and generally catering to their collective vanity. They live fast, die young, and leave beautiful corpses behind.

Morons have an extraordinary capacity to believe nearly anything, the ability to serve nearly any cause, follow any order without qualm or reservation. They respond to any recognizable authority, and lack the capacity to question anything. They lack empathy and obey a deep-rooted form of logic that allows them to rationalize and equivocate nearly anything. 

Morlocks have attempted to manage and maintain flocks and herds of Morons in the past, but unless it is for a short-term project, this tends to almost always end in disaster.

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Inspiration: Mark Elf by Cordwainer Smith (included in The Rediscovery of Man), The Marching Morons by C. M. Kornbluth, and the marching societies mentioned in Necromancer by Gordon Dickson, with a touch of The Machine Stops by E. M. Forester and a wee whiff of Gulliver's Travels by Jonathan Swift and possibly a tiny smidgen of satirical bile from the movie Idiocracy. Morons are a Malthusian Catastrophe just waiting to happen...and the 'beautiful corpse' bit just seemed too good to not include it...

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