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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 12:24 pm
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I am here for the chickens.
Early one morning Henette T. Hen, along with one her chicks, were sitting on her nest, doing what hens do. Well, Henette was doing what hens do, the chick was just sitting nearby. Suddenly, they heard strange noises, and turned to see what it could be. It was the Farmer's wife, she was standing in the middle of the farm year, doing some sort of dance, the sight of this event shocked both Henette and her chick so much that they were stuck in a trance. They spent the rest of the morning frozen, unable to turn away from the shock before them. The shock that is too horrifying to even mention.
Preference List: Mare, Stallion Sacrifice to the Egg Yolk in the Sky: (Optional) The Farmer's wife
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 1:08 pm
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 2:41 pm
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 5:30 pm
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I am here for the chickens.
'Birds can see the future, but they cannot articulate what they see.' Night Vale isn't exactly wrong on that. Julio is one such bird who received visions every morning. He saw that the world would not end in fire or flood, but in something far worse. Chicken nuggets. He screamed, for it was all he could do. His friend, not knowing the reason for Julio's torment, joined in to make things less awkward--that's what bros do. Brotection, if you will. It's less weird if there's more than one person freaking out about something, you know; only one, and people tend to stare.
Preference List: Mare, Stallion Sacrifice to the Egg Yolk in the Sky: my suffering. 8I
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 6:43 pm
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I am here for the chickens.
Spoilered for size!
Once upon a time, a chicken laid a few eggs. She laid on them and laid on them, keeping them warm and waiting for them to turn into something like herself. One day, after she went out for a feed break. When she came back, they were gone! Oh, the scandal! She looked all over for her eggs, thinking that perhaps they had rolled away or grown wings and flown away. She asked all her neighbors if they had seen them, and all pointed her in the direction of a small, fluffy chick. The hen asked the chick just what it had done with her eggs, and its reply was a simple cheep. Annoyed by its unhelpfulness, the hen walked away, and was even more irritated when it followed her. There was nothing to be done about it, though - somebody had to take care of it, and even if it wasn't an egg, it was something for the hen to keep warm and safe.
Preference List: Mare, Stallion Sacrifice to the Egg Yolk in the Sky: all the mosquitoes.
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Posted: Sat May 02, 2015 7:45 pm
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