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[lefthemisphere]

(( ooc; yeah, my dumbass posted in the wrong community. we rollin' with it lmao ))


[ Chuck looks rumpled, a little dirty from working in the yard - look at him, all domesticated and shit. He's leaning on a shovel and holding his little device up, wipes his brow and flashes a dimpled smile. ]

So, somehow we haven't kicked the bucket this October, right? Everyone still good?


[ he'd finger guns if he wasn't holding the contraption and his shovel. ]

Brilliant. Anyway - Chuck here, I'm way the hell out in Feed, and Ray and I have got a metric fuckton of mushrooms growing around our property. I don't know jack shit about identifying them or knowing what's safe to eat -- any of you lot got any knowledge in that area?

Got a pile of mushrooms and a basket of eggs for ya, if so.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

Yes, exactly that. I could not before dying, you see? Mushrooms would always sicken or kill my people. But I knew many humans who would swear they were a delicacy, and so.

[So now he wants to eat one. Forbidden fruit, as it were.

This may also be an excuse not to let Cloverfield's curse overwhelm him.]

Good! I will find something to bring you. What does your farm need?

[lefthemisphere]

Uh. Okay -- just...so's long as we're all in agreement that if you kick the bucket, it isn't my fault.

[ HE HAS SO MANY CONCERNS ABOUT ALL OF YOU VOLUNTEERING TO TASTE TEST ]

Uh, well -- we can always use table scraps. Fruits and veggies, whatevers available. It's for the chickens.

[unsheathedfromreality]

[Look, of everyone volunteering for Mycotoxin Roulette, Illarion's the one Chuck should be least worried about. Except maybe the Vilebloods.]

Since I am already dead and I have yet to find a poison that would kill one of us, I am thinking this is not so likely. But, the fault will be mine if so.

[Table scraps. Check.] Scraps for the chickens--this I can do. They like things wormy, yes?

[lefthemisphere]

[ wait, what ]

Wait - what? Already dead? What do you mean? And yeah, worms are great, but lets circle back to the dead thing.

[unsheathedfromreality]

[Right, wormy table scraps for the chickens. Time for some dumpster diving.]

I mean, I am a walking corpse. You do not have Unearthed where you come from? Undead? Zombies?

[lefthemisphere]

[wTF ]

Uh, no -- no we definitely do not. Just in movies.

Do you eat brains?

[unsheathedfromreality]

[Oh so he's a mythical creature to this guy.

Cheerfully,] Sometimes! You have any you are not using? They should go well with the mushrooms.

[lefthemisphere]

[ 😳 ]

....Yer fuckin' with me.

Aren't you?

[unsheathedfromreality]

Alas, but I am not. [It would be funnier and much less tragic if he were.]

Unless you mean about eating brains, in which case, I do not really eat them all that often. [Real dry sense of humor here.]

[lefthemisphere]

[ sldkjhf ]

Right. Well. Mushrooms are all yours, mate.

[unsheathedfromreality]

Good! I will have your chickens their dinner within the hour. If you have some mushrooms already picked, you might leave them near your Lamp so I do not disturb you.

Unless you wish to risk the brain-eating. [No, he's not going to let that die, but he is good for bringing the scraps.]

((ooc: quite all right to handwave the rest of Shroom Time if we wanna wrap!))

[lefthemisphere]

...No. Not risking brain eating, thanks so much.

((ooc; works fine for me! ))

[unsheathedfromreality]

[Laughingly,] As is wise.

[And with that, he signs off.]