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Posted: Sun Apr 16, 2017 12:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 11:40 am
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Punkie had heard about this troll from Sephos, and she had intended to drag the big greenblood with her to visiting this troll, but the big troll was getting harder and harder to convince to come out and socialize. Thats another reason she needed to get this done. To drag sephos out and make him be a real troll, not some hermit. This (Mirthful) Gardening Club was only a good thing. Have trolls make connections, network, organize products. Also, if everyone was together in this they could set static prices for things, instead of having to undercut eachother for beetle legs, just to make a profit. Plus, each vendor would get access to a wide range of additional produce. Punkie was defiantly thinking of having boxes of punkins ready for any Garden Club member to take with them and their regular produce. Add a bit of verity to their stock.
Punkie had her smile on, her face paint perfect, and her poise friendly. She was ready. The juggalo danced her way to the door of the hive. The orangeblood frowned as she noticed the burn damage. Yeah, this troll could really use the Gardening Club's help. She would have to add that point to her talk. They could really make it a club activity of helping to fix out a fellow club owner's place.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 1:54 pm
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Punkie didn't frown, she never frowned, never. But her smile did lesson just a tad as her offer was rejected. Internally she narrowed her eyes at Sephos. Why did that boy like troublesome trolls?! Something was wrong with him. "So, you don't want a ******** club of trolls to help you rebuild this s**t?" Punkie said cheerily. "All for the goddamned "price" of joining a club?"
Punkie relaxed a little as the greenblood relaxed. She was being pushy. Sure that's how juggalos were, but, maybe she could dial down the intensity. "We need ******** farmers." Punkie said, trying to make her points concise and clear. "We need to band the ******** together," She continued, "Big ******** business highbloods have been monopolizing the goddamned industry." She held out the pie a little more. "Hence the ******** club." If the greenblood was going to resist again after this, Punkie was gonna call it a lost cause.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 2:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 2:31 pm
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Punkie let out a sigh of semi-relief. Finally, she had gotten through. It had defiantly been a battle, Sephos better appreciate this, the juggalo told herself. Then the greenblood asked a question. Lets just say Punkie is a troll of embellishment, talking short, sweet, and to the point was not natural for the juggalo. Luckily, there were resources to help!
The juggalo took out a pamphlet that held all the information anyone would need. It had dates of the meetings, suggestions for what to do before joining, a location, an explanation for how to join, the whole shebang. "Here." Punkie said bluntly, fairly insulted by the greenblood's dislike of punkin pie. She handed the holy pastry over none the less, nodded, and turned to leave. She had had enough for today, she just hoped the meetings would go more smoothly.
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