Lew Zealand
Helper
Fall is over, the Pumpkins are all harvested, even the Golden one that's never used for anything. The Ostrich Racetrack has still failed to attract even a single Ostrich (if you build it, they may decide to take the scenic route). And Farmer Bobbi is still concentrating far too much on g acquisition, but not enough on seating so she doesn't get out of breath and passing out whilst making her way from one end of the Farm to the other.
Many has been the time that our Farmer has woken up late at night, somewhere in the fields, covered in Slime. The inevitable consequence of a local Slimejack party, after having been caught between the far flung farm benches and just needing a little, tiny liedown under this shady tree...
Extracting herself from a quickly solidifying hard shell coating, feeling like a sour M&M, she looks up at the quickly darkening sky only to see the judgement of the heavens gazing upon her sloth...
Wait, that can't be right. Stupid fish and their mind-altering slime coatings!
Hey, but I've done some... stuff, our heroine protests. I got my first Keg shed finally filled. There's even some Starfruit in there!
And anyways, I needed time to fulfill my destiny as the scourge of the seas, the Empress of the Islands, the Dread Sparkly Luau Pirate Queen! First by catching all the fish:
OK, really close to all the fish, it's super easy just to round up to All. That last one's just bashful and hiding. He's really there, no foolin'.
OK, soon.
...and second, by my first visit to:
And the Farm had its first 300,000g day. No hoarding or anything but also no untoward or embarrassing amounts of Energy expended. Beachy Keen is a wholesome, upstanding Farm and doesn't tolerate more than the most ephemerally miniscule bits of perspiration, instantly dissolved into diaphanous fragments by the gentlest of breezes.
On the first day of Winter, in a relaxing post-effort mood, a call came into the Farmhouse at midday and upon answering it, Farmer Bobbi was greeted by a mental image forced upon her consciousness by background sounds of frivolity and laughter. However that mental image was no joke:
???
I do not want to imagine Pierre sans shirt. That is the unfortunate fate of Caroline. This is an unwarranted intrusion into my view of the world and at odds with the nature of the universe. Also gross.
However, our fine lass does like her Obelisks and Return Sceptres so happened to be at the Beach later that evening for some snowy Shell gathering and caught them all in the act:
Ah-HA! Caught you all on your sneaky Boys' trip back from the Beach! Pierre was calling from there trying to drum up sales while reclining with a daiquiri! Always one brain hemisphere in that blasted store. For shame. Well, 2 can play that game, so us gals headed there a couple days later.
(honestly the swimsuit sprites of most of the ladies are not great, IMO, the guys are somewhat better)
We invited the Mermaid but her calls always go to voicemail on sunny days.
I've never seen Emily and the Mermaid at the same time so I'm convinced they're the same person.
...continued below as I'm out of pics I can attach!
Many has been the time that our Farmer has woken up late at night, somewhere in the fields, covered in Slime. The inevitable consequence of a local Slimejack party, after having been caught between the far flung farm benches and just needing a little, tiny liedown under this shady tree...
Extracting herself from a quickly solidifying hard shell coating, feeling like a sour M&M, she looks up at the quickly darkening sky only to see the judgement of the heavens gazing upon her sloth...
Wait, that can't be right. Stupid fish and their mind-altering slime coatings!
Hey, but I've done some... stuff, our heroine protests. I got my first Keg shed finally filled. There's even some Starfruit in there!
And anyways, I needed time to fulfill my destiny as the scourge of the seas, the Empress of the Islands, the Dread Sparkly Luau Pirate Queen! First by catching all the fish:
OK, really close to all the fish, it's super easy just to round up to All. That last one's just bashful and hiding. He's really there, no foolin'.
OK, soon.
...and second, by my first visit to:
My personal spa.
I was initially carded at the door but assured the bouncer that I'd left my peg leg in my other grass skirt. Once inside, my vassals instantly recognized my right as Queen and served complementary Mead to their natural born Leader. Many a Golden Walnut was acquired as winning the Darts game in 7 is pretty simple once your Queen figures out you need to... ehm, match the target points exactly. Seriously, you expect me to contain my skill and expertise to such a paltry total? This is not the swashbuckling way of life. There will be a reckoning with these layabout plunderers.
I was initially carded at the door but assured the bouncer that I'd left my peg leg in my other grass skirt. Once inside, my vassals instantly recognized my right as Queen and served complementary Mead to their natural born Leader. Many a Golden Walnut was acquired as winning the Darts game in 7 is pretty simple once your Queen figures out you need to... ehm, match the target points exactly. Seriously, you expect me to contain my skill and expertise to such a paltry total? This is not the swashbuckling way of life. There will be a reckoning with these layabout plunderers.
And the Farm had its first 300,000g day. No hoarding or anything but also no untoward or embarrassing amounts of Energy expended. Beachy Keen is a wholesome, upstanding Farm and doesn't tolerate more than the most ephemerally miniscule bits of perspiration, instantly dissolved into diaphanous fragments by the gentlest of breezes.
On the first day of Winter, in a relaxing post-effort mood, a call came into the Farmhouse at midday and upon answering it, Farmer Bobbi was greeted by a mental image forced upon her consciousness by background sounds of frivolity and laughter. However that mental image was no joke:
???
I do not want to imagine Pierre sans shirt. That is the unfortunate fate of Caroline. This is an unwarranted intrusion into my view of the world and at odds with the nature of the universe. Also gross.
However, our fine lass does like her Obelisks and Return Sceptres so happened to be at the Beach later that evening for some snowy Shell gathering and caught them all in the act:
Ah-HA! Caught you all on your sneaky Boys' trip back from the Beach! Pierre was calling from there trying to drum up sales while reclining with a daiquiri! Always one brain hemisphere in that blasted store. For shame. Well, 2 can play that game, so us gals headed there a couple days later.
(honestly the swimsuit sprites of most of the ladies are not great, IMO, the guys are somewhat better)
We invited the Mermaid but her calls always go to voicemail on sunny days.
I've never seen Emily and the Mermaid at the same time so I'm convinced they're the same person.
...continued below as I'm out of pics I can attach!
That means a lot to me!