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 Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 10:08 pm
A punkin patch in Civisect late at night has a couple of visitors...
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2016 10:13 pm
 It smelled out here. Engrav pressed his sniffnub to the loamy earth, trying to pretend he was literally anywhere else tonight. The yellowblood rubbed at the ends of his binoculars, double-checked his eyes in the sky, then rubbed the binoculars again. Three hours and nothing. Nothing from the sky, nothing in the punkin patch, not so much as a squeakbeast. Engrav was bored and tired and knew just one thing. When he got back home he was gonna throttle Caiden. "Engrav, Engrav, there's a haunted punkin patch in Civisect!" he muttered under his breath. "Engrav, theres a punkin there that's five times as big as the rest! It's gold and it speaks and it flies and if you catch it, it has to grant you a wish! They call it the Great Punkin! Engrav, I give you useless tips because I'm useless!" The yellowblood looked up from his display for a moment at the moon, full and yellow like a delicious slimeball. The moment was lost on the young troll, who was too busy being annoyed. "Caiden, don't say that about yourself. Just because you've never given me a single tip actually worth following doesn't mean you won't someday if you try hard enough and believe in yourself." He lapsed back into a high-pitched caiden voice "Oh no, Engrav, you're so smart and handsome, what are you doing listening to me? I'm silly and I make you cheer on snails!" Engrav rolled his eyes. "Caiden, that's just the price of friendship. Of course you'd understand." Imaginary Caiden cheered and then went away. Ok, Engrav guessed he felt a little better. He was only going to wait for another hour though, and if nothing happened, he was getting out of this creepy punkin patch.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2016 8:14 pm
Punkie had been tending this patch since she was old enough to dig in the dirt. It had some of her fondest memories. Carver helping her figure out how deep to plant the seeds, showing her what was too much water and what was just the right amount. So many mirthful memories. The juggalo was on her hands and knees tending to her very first plant. Or at least one of her first, it was rather hard to tell now, considering how much of the garden patch the punkins had claimed as their own over the last sweep. Yep. This punkin was ready to be picked. She grinned at the large gourd and patted it. "Trust me, yer goinna do some ******** amazing things with ma help. Yer goinna to help this ******** world and all the poor lost ******** souls in it." She kissed the orange gourd and heaved it up on top of her head. Carver had made sure that Punkie was good at balancing things on her head, specifically him, but she took the skill and applied to punkins too. With one punkin balancing on top of her thinkpan, Punkie gathered up the other two gourds she had selected in her arms and made her way back to her little red wagon. She started up singing a string of the Messiah's chosen words as she walked, they just felt so right on her tongue.
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Posted: Tue May 24, 2016 9:05 pm
Well, something was definitely happening. That something being a punkin. Specifically a punkin with a very, very dirty mouth. Punkins didn't have mouths? Whatever. Dirty frond. IT WASN'T IMPORTANT. What mattered was that not only had his motion detectors picked up the floating vegetable, he could hear it with his audio sensors. Er. His ears. Really just his ears. He might need to make some audio sensors now though. the yellowblood scrambled madly with his equipment, trying desperately to make sense of a world turned upside-down by the aloft squash. "Camera 4 says... Oh thank Grob. It's a troll holding a punkin. You still haven't won, Caiden. Thinkpan works just fine after all." She looked... skull-y. Skull-like? her hair was really fluffy, he knew that much. Markings said orangeblood, so at least she probably wouldn't be high and mighty and a jerk. Standing up, he called out to the troll in the patch. "HI! Hey, would you mind answering a few questions about this patch for me? For science! And possibly a little bit for spite! Ok, a lot for spite."
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Posted: Tue May 31, 2016 5:18 pm
Punkie jumped in surprise and only barely managed to steady the large orange gourd resting on her head. "Eh?" The juggalo said in confusion as she slowly rotated in spot, as to keep all gourds safe and sound. Finally noticing the troll that made her jump in the first place she grinned. "Ide love ta talk bout this ******** punkin patch here. Its mighty grand, aint it? Tended it all maself!" Punkie maneuvered her body to put the punkins she had balanced upon her onto the ground. The ground would be a much safer place for them, as the juggalo had a habit of animating her words. "Whater ya lookin ta find out?" Punkie approached the yellowblood, her grin cheerful and happy.
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Posted: Thu Jun 02, 2016 8:35 pm
Engrav squinted at the orangeblood cautiously. "You planted this here? What's the point? Wait, no, nevermind. That's not important. Let me ask something else." He looked back down to his equipment and fiddled with some dials. No other disturbances, but time would tell. "Have you ever heard of a huge pumpkin that grows here that might maybe move? And grant wishes? Man, that sounds stupid when I say it out loud."He gestured to the patch. "And what are all these pumpkins doing around here anyway? It's not like they're particularly common in the city. I've seen a bunch of them around town as well. Is that you too?" His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Are you... are you the one they call the Great Punkin?"Suddenly, a thought occurred to the yellowblood. What if this was all a setup? What if, all along, this ridiculous story had just been here to lure him out of hiding and trap him in this punkin patch? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The yellowbloods eyes got wider and wider as he stared at the other troll. "And most importantly of all... were you followed?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 5:07 pm
Punkie squealed when the yellowblood mentioned the wish granting punkin Messiah. "Yer a ******** believer too?!" The juggalo exclaimed and then hugged the boy, it was just so relieving to find others who truly believed as well. "Yeah o course The ******** Great Punkin is here! I mean, just look aroun da world and see all the miracles in it!" As Engrav whispered to the orangeblood about being fallowed she grinned wide. "Oh yes, o course i was being fallowed, and you ******** are too ya know. Ya don't ever have ta feel alone, yer always being watched. Its a ******** miracle aint it?!" The orangeblood could hardly believe herself, to find another follower out here was simply too good to be true. The punkin patches were really doing good for others out there. "Im only a servant o the Great Punkin, i help spread his word and sew his seeds. That was ******** Messiah work out there in da city. Each punkin helps ta keep da world just a little more ******** clean. Its all a part of his miracles, see?" Punkie rooted through her pockets a bit and pulled out a card. It had her name, number, and hive address on it. She gave these out to trolls she felt some sort of connection to. "Please, take this, ******** class="quote">Buzzwulf
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 5:49 pm
Oh gog why was this troll squeezing him with her body? Was he being attacked? Was this how it would all end? The orangeblood finally released Engrav and he found himself breathing again, without any gaping holes from assassination attempts. That was definitely a good sign. He didn't what about the miracles the orangeblood kept yammering about, but he definitely didn't need her to tell him he was always being watched. Engrav already KNEW that. Finally, he was beginning to understand what was going on here, though. It was an organization of some kind! Some sort of "Order of Great Pumpkin" or something, obviously dedicated to throwing off the shackles of constant surveillance. And Engrav knew he had to be a part of it. This made this the only useful tip he'd ever actually gotten from Caiden. Could the brownblood actually be more devious then he appeared? He have to thank him the next time he saw him. "I'd like to graciously accept your invitation... Punkie, was it? And I'll call you with information from time to time as well, so you can spread the word, as you called it." He gave the orangeblooded troll a conspiratorial wink. "Take these as well." he said, handing out a bag that clinked like coins. "These are electronic eyes linked up to a system I've been networking for a while. If you put them in your punkins, I'll be able to keep a watch out for the great punkin! make sure that it's, uhhh... well taken care of. Yeah."
Micillia oh man I have no idea what I'm doing
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 6:04 pm
Punkie's eyes and her grin widened with what the yellowblood was saying. "Oh this is so ******** amazing!" Meeting ya really must have been a ******** miracle right from the Meshia's ******** exuberant laps themselves!" The orangeblood exclaimed. She took the other troll's hand in both of hers and shook it violently. The coins jingled around the bag he had clasped in that hand and the juggalo let go to take the gifts. "I do check the ******** punkins I place every fourth day, if yer wantin to leave something inside one." The orangeblood gave her own wink and abruptly turned back to her wagon, there was so much work to do now! Buzzwulf So, moving this to the completed bin biggrin WOO
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