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2: Someone left a boombox near your plant. You can faintly hear the quiet melody of juggalos rapping. Punkie winks at you. (+3 to your planter box)

Planter Score: 7 + 2 = 9!

Arniva stood there, jamming beside her planter. Whoever the hell put this glorious music beside her plant deserved a hell of a hive five. She looked at the corner of her eyes, noticing the orangeblood give her a wink. "Ah! Motherhonking yea! I like you!" She tended to her plant, and turned the music up louder.. quite pleased.

Sephos Arbola

"Augh!" Sephos exclaimed, as he was suddenly glomped by an affectionate orangeblood. He flailed, overwhelmed. "Um um..." he managed, words failing him, "Let me go!" he complained, pushing her gently away. He turned away from her, feeling his face flush as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. If he looked at her properly, he knew he'd feel A LOT. Too much. Of things.

"Y... your welcome." he said, rubbing his cheek. "Glad you, uh... Glad you like them..."

"For sure buddy, feel free to come visit my farm any time ya like," Fellah offered, when Sephos seemed intrigued by his hive. He didn't get company very often, but he was always happy to entertain.


The next night, Fellah was surprised as the greenblood thrust a bouquet at him
and talking about his very nice sounding forest home.
"These flowers are amazing, thanks Sephos." Fellah said with a big smile, "You live in the forest huh? Wow, you must be finding new kinds of plants there all the time. I bet it's really nice."

The redblood made some nice conversation with Sephos as he tended to his pumpkin again.
It seemed as though there was a boombox next to his planter. Fellah smiled and made sure to work around the device, it seemed like a nice thought, and the pumpkin seemed to be enjoying it.

Planter score: 24

1: Looks like a day squirrel got into the tent and found your planter box. The beast appeared to have dug around and buried a chestnut. Obviously, the plant is not happy about this. (+1 to your planter box, but you receive one chestnut, redeemable at Gastropod Games.

"Are you kidding me?!" Nucleo gasped as he noticed his punkin planter box while placing an order for some flowers. He thanked Sephos for taking his order and hurried over to try and fix the damage he could. That squirrel really had it out for this particular box it seemed. Feeling bad for his poor punkin, the boy wondered if he should ask Sephos to take it off his hands and protect it in a way that Nucleo was unable to do while wandering Bloodfest. Plus with Amonee on his trail, he was really short for time! In fact he'd better get moving quick!

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planter box score: 11

Punkie skipped between the isles, throwing fertilizer like confetti all around the greenhouse.

Amonee: 14 - 16
(1)Arniva: 9
(2)Nucleo: 10 - 11
(3)Polair: 12
(4)Lorata: 10 - 12
Fellah: 21 - 24


OTHERS: (You didn't participate today! So your box will start at: )
ANYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO JOIN: 8


Lorata - Amonee - Polair on most Growth

Returning to tend to his pumpkin as usual, Fellah noticed that tonight they were doing something a little different at the booth. He glanced over at Sephos to try and glean a better picture of what was going on, but the greenblood looked too dismissive with the whole thing at hand.
"A what?" Fellah sounded confused, after Punkie had explained what a slam poem was. "Well, alright, I guess I'll give it a shot."
Fellah took the mic and stepped up to his pumpkin, seemingly doing just great.
"Uh, hey little buddy, how ya been? Hope you're not cooped in this little pen. I know you'll be glowin' when bloodfest hits an end, 'cause when I'm around you'll never be made to mend."
It wasn't that great, but Fellah had put forth as much effort as he could. He'd never heard of this sort of stuff doing anything for plants, but he was open to new things.

Planter score: 29

More slam poetry? The redblood wasn't sure he had much more in him. It took all the power of his thinkpan to get out the first little, whatever you'd call it from the last night.
"Well, here goes," he said, stepping up to his pumpkin again, "Your growin' up so fast and strong, you couldn't even be picked up by tongs," well, that wasn't the best, "Growing here with all your friends, sometimes I wish bloodfest never ends!"
It wasn't his best, but then again the farm troll was not a wordsmith. He tried again tonight though.

Tonight was slam poetry night! Amonee was not sure how good at this he'd be but he was going to try. The jadeblood cleared his throat.

"Few days ago I was in a funk and came by to plant a punkin- guess it never really sunk in how all of this would function, next thing I know it's growing, and I keep on blowing all my time here hoeing! So decide to keep on going knowing progress slowing but at least my friends be glowing. This really struck a chord with me kept me from getting bored ya see and I know I'll feel restored when I finally looking toward my fully grown gourd lord shown on the top of the throne!"

He bowed his head when he finished and stepped back from the performance area.

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Planter Box Score: 16