Timestamp: 11th of Ymiden, 716th Arc - Hot Cycle
"Dmitri, you good-for-nothing lout, get ploughing already!"
"I'll plough you a g'damned hole alright, 6 feet deep, if you don't shut your yap!" Annoyed, tired and sick of it all, Dmitri rammed his shovel in the hard, earthen crust. Being a town filled with people specializing in crafts necessary for their immediate survival, it was not surprising that everyone worked every day 'till their muscles ached, their bones grated and their sweat rolled over every part of their body. All in all, it wasn't that bad, Dmitri could live with working hard, hell, he even preferred it. It was just that those f'king pumpkins need to learn to shut their yap when Dmitri is working the field! Behind him, he could hear the pumpkins scattered over the field yapping away, not able to shut their toothless mouths for one precious, blissful minute of peace. "One more time, start talking one more time and I'm going to make a stew out of every single one o' ya!"
"Try it, I'll whoop your a---"Poor, poor pumpkin..wouldn't even serve as food anymore, scattered into broken bits and pieces, flying through the sky. "M--MURDERERRRRRR!!!" Leaves and vines flapping around indignantly all around the field while the pumpkins screamed at the top of their lungs in every imaginable note. Dmitri was about to go on a killing spree when the wise voice of the owl shouted effortlessly over all the pumpkins, instantly making them all shut up. "You're all in the wrong, Dmitri included! However, what's done is done, learn from it and move on! Or else...I'll eat ALL your pumpkin seeds!"
"You would EAT the UNBORN?! MONSTER!!" Giving up on getting any work done for the day, Dmitri threw the shovel at a pumpkin, hitting him square in the face, before grabbing his shirt and stomping off towards the mesh hall." "Oi, oi, who turned off the lights?!" The panicking owl started schreeching in terror before Dmitri took off his shirt again. "My bad, damned pumpkins got me all mixed up!" Dmitri apologized to the owl tattoo, on his abdomen. Sighing in relief, the tatoo grouched a bit before closing his eyes and dozing back off.
'What a boring day.' Dmitri thought to himself as he entered the mesh to get some much needed peace and quiet, a bit of dinner and a strong-as-hell drink. He had JUST sat down, when the watchtower started ringing his bell at a frantic pace. 'No, it couldn't be?!'Dmitri grabbed a radishield and a asperagusword before quickly running outside to see what all the commotion was about. "ATTACK, WE ARE UNDER ATTACCKK!"
"Dmitri, you good-for-nothing lout, get ploughing already!"
"I'll plough you a g'damned hole alright, 6 feet deep, if you don't shut your yap!" Annoyed, tired and sick of it all, Dmitri rammed his shovel in the hard, earthen crust. Being a town filled with people specializing in crafts necessary for their immediate survival, it was not surprising that everyone worked every day 'till their muscles ached, their bones grated and their sweat rolled over every part of their body. All in all, it wasn't that bad, Dmitri could live with working hard, hell, he even preferred it. It was just that those f'king pumpkins need to learn to shut their yap when Dmitri is working the field! Behind him, he could hear the pumpkins scattered over the field yapping away, not able to shut their toothless mouths for one precious, blissful minute of peace. "One more time, start talking one more time and I'm going to make a stew out of every single one o' ya!"
"Try it, I'll whoop your a---"Poor, poor pumpkin..wouldn't even serve as food anymore, scattered into broken bits and pieces, flying through the sky. "M--MURDERERRRRRR!!!" Leaves and vines flapping around indignantly all around the field while the pumpkins screamed at the top of their lungs in every imaginable note. Dmitri was about to go on a killing spree when the wise voice of the owl shouted effortlessly over all the pumpkins, instantly making them all shut up. "You're all in the wrong, Dmitri included! However, what's done is done, learn from it and move on! Or else...I'll eat ALL your pumpkin seeds!"
"You would EAT the UNBORN?! MONSTER!!" Giving up on getting any work done for the day, Dmitri threw the shovel at a pumpkin, hitting him square in the face, before grabbing his shirt and stomping off towards the mesh hall." "Oi, oi, who turned off the lights?!" The panicking owl started schreeching in terror before Dmitri took off his shirt again. "My bad, damned pumpkins got me all mixed up!" Dmitri apologized to the owl tattoo, on his abdomen. Sighing in relief, the tatoo grouched a bit before closing his eyes and dozing back off.
'What a boring day.' Dmitri thought to himself as he entered the mesh to get some much needed peace and quiet, a bit of dinner and a strong-as-hell drink. He had JUST sat down, when the watchtower started ringing his bell at a frantic pace. 'No, it couldn't be?!'Dmitri grabbed a radishield and a asperagusword before quickly running outside to see what all the commotion was about. "ATTACK, WE ARE UNDER ATTACCKK!"