and lived to do it again
and again.
But there was one man who stuck out. One man who resulted in the death of one rebellion leader (we know as Mushibag) 4 seperate times!
I had to find him
I had to meet him
I was afraid to talk to any of the other Pilgrims in Boston, having read so many stories of people dying simply because they talked to or traded with someone, so I was a little unsure of how I would go about finding him. Getting frustrated at my situation, I decided to call it a night.
I had a dream. I climbed to a mountain top, and on this mountain top sat a great lake. This lake was in the shape of a new world gourde, I later found out, as all life begins in the gourd. I encountered many creatures I had never seen. Some were large and spotted with a single giant multi nippled boob(before this I had no idea what a nipple was, as the women from Boston bare no nipples), some were tiny had beady eyes and worm-like tails (I named those Colesies), and one of the animals was actually rather cute. It followed me around at my heel, and perked up whenever I foraged a stick.
The clouds reflecting off of the lake were starting to darken, and my stomach was pained with hunger. I had nothing except poisonous mushrooms around me for forage, so I knew I must resort to killing one of the animals the great spirit had sheltered here. I approached the spotted-omni-boobed-wildebeest, as it looked like it would afford the most meat. Before I could get close enough to stab the beast a wise looking man with gray hair appeared before me. He told me, "You are not prepared for the Wildebeest, Pilgrim. Go back to Boston, find him. Find the man that that can assure the lands are safe for the refarmening."
"But great spirit! How will I know him?" I replied.
He placed his hand on my shoulder, "You will know him."
I awoke in a cold sweat, questioning my dream. Was it real? Did I truly encounter the great spirit?
I traveled to Boston as quickly as I could. I waited. Many people passed by (well a couple people, not a lot of people in Boston these days really. Many people just sounds better for the recount of things) Then I saw Him. I saw the man the Great Spirit was speaking of. I knew it had to be him, his sense of fashion was simply impeccable. I attempted to make him my Kin, to no avail.
"The Spirit told me to find you" I whispered.
"Then he told you the plan?" he responded.
"I know nothing yet, but I am at your leisure. Tell me what must be done." I replied in steadfast.
"Build an army. Bring them to me. We shall usher in the Refarmening!" was all he replied before disappearing from view.
I began crying in Boston,
I was amazed at the amount of interest. I assembled a force rather quickly.
I presented it to Him.
He responded with a Kin.
It was JTG. It was the man who had caused Mushibag's death 4 times. It was our (I somehow found out that the army I had assembled also idolized JTG. I like to talk about him a lot) idol.
Thank you Great Spirit, for leading us to Him.
We are Plymouth's newest faction, and we shall oppose all those that chose to hinder the Refarmening!
