[O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our toiling season

We gave our people ways to use their powers, ways to fight,

Tournaments aplenty, things to look forward to, one of many,

And, yet, they use it for other desires that go far beyond what is ordinary.

We gave them something to strive towards beyond the mundane working life,

But, it has quickly gone to the wayside!

They fight for a wish, not for the prize.

It is the same every year, and we do so implore.

No more requests for powers of the divine!

You get what you receive,

And yet, they are always hungry for more.

Don't you see?

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns,

What's a deity to do

When every single thing has lost all its meaning

Quite rapidly?

They ask for more, more, more,

And never stop to think.

We tell them we cannot grant them what they seek,

And, they keep on going with the begs and pleads.

Power beyond one's need is not

What one thinks.

There is no such thing as something that is limitless.

Everything has limits, indeed.

Don't you see?

The mortals have sunk their toes far too deep into feeding their own greed.

O, our poor, poor godbuns of burning pain and never receiving any sympathy,

What will it take for our people

To see power is not everything?

We are not saying our people should be weak,

But how is one supposed to grant them what they seek?

We are merely only messengers,

Everything is finite.

But our people never listen,

Do any of them have ears?

We tell them to the best of our ability,

We can only do so much,

And giving beyond has been already received 

Is far beyond our capabilities.

We can only do so much

Yet, it's never enough.

Don't you see?

We do not have infinite power 

To give to those who ask all willy nilly!

O, our poor, poor, godbuns suffocating in this boiling sea of agony,

What can be done to change this constant cycle of never ending greed?

Our people keep bearing their fangs with little reprieve

We simply cannot let this continue

And yet, the gears keep on grinding, and grinding, and grinding.

Why, o why is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of constant drowning misery,

Change needs to happen already!]

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring a ling, ling!

Something ringing off in the distance, the bun let out a groan. What's going on now? Ring, ring, ring, little jingles continuing on for minutes on end, the vampa buried himself underneath the covers. Oh, great, what's going on now? No, don't tell him, there's some monsters that need to be taken care of in the bog again? Please, no! He's has had enough adventures for one day!

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring a ring, ling.

Pesky racket continuing, the young adult buried his head underneath the guest bed pillow. Is it just him, or had the racket gotten much louder now than before? It probably had. Sigh, Qiongqi and Rabiu are probably playing a loud game again, aren't they? Forget it, that's not his problem, goodnight zzz.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Noise continuing on for what felt like forever, the bun resisted the urge to bite the guest pillow. But, the young adult stopped himself. No, no, Siorc, he can't do that! This isn't his home. Right, it's fine, he can just tune this all out, of course he can, that'll do the trick. Closing his eyes once more, they shot straight back open, in an instant.

Ritual from earlier burning itself back into the center of the farmer's brain, the young adult held back the urge to scream. Was the Sun Rising West Festival really the true reason he was sent down here? He doesn't know why, but he can't help but feel that wasn't the case at all. What was the actual reason he was told to come to this place? He needs to try to remember.

Memory floating through, nothing came to mind. Ah, right, Wistebu didn't say anything, nothing at all. That godbun, were they even aware of the world beneath Mt. Flameachago? Probably not, if he had to guess. Oh no, what's going to happen when he gets out of here? Is he going to receive divine punishment? Are they going to redo his Divine Naming Ceremony and rename him Useless Bunny instead? Please, no anything but that!

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

"Everyone, wake up, it's meeting time!" Qiongqi shouted, bell rings continuing. Ring, ring, ring, ring. "Get out of your holes, and come into the kitchen right now!"

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

"Um, it's not working," Rabiu said, voice shaking. "Uh, don't you think we should, um, wait until the morning?"

"No way! This is way more important!" Qiongqi shouted. Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring. "Come on, everyone, get out of bed!"

"Um? What's so important that it can't wait until morning?" Rabiu asked, voice shaking. "Can we um, go back to playing Super Fighters Three for now?"

"You know what's important!" Hands were waved in the air.

"Um, our second honeymoon?" A head tilt.

"Why would I hold a meeting about that, huh?! Tell me!" Qiongqi waved his hands in the air.

"So, um, what, then?" Rabiu asked once more, tilting his head again.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

Qiongqi adding a second bell to the mix, the bun almost wanted to eat the pesky creature. Can't this pika see that not a single bun is interested in having a meeting right now? What time is it anyway? Sigh, look at that, it's only the fourth hour. Someone needed to teach this bun proper nighttime etiquette! What is this bun's job anyway, being annoying? Someone should give his job ceremony a redo and make his career into a jester. He'd be perfect for that! But, he shook his head at such. No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.

Turning underneath the covers once more, the vampa wondered. What could this meeting possibly be about anyway? Could it involve the buns he brought out of Zicromoma Wasteland? Or, perhaps, they were planning to redo the Sun Rising West Festival? If that was the case, count him out! He's so out of here.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

"How can you all still sleep?! I should have amped up my guitar instead, that would woken everyone up like that!" Qiongqi shouted, snapping his fingers. "And the award to the heaviest sleepers in all of Lagozora goes to this entire laboratory!"

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Metal drum added to the mix, the farmer tried to keep it together. When will Competitive Pika get the message already? No one is going to give him the time of day right now! Can someone please talk sense into this bun? Not like that would work even if anyone tried, but still. Please, someone keep this fiend quiet for all eternity, thanks.

Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp.

"Qiongqi, if you wake me up during the fourth hour one more time, I'm bringing Hungry Chimpunk here and having her eat all your equipment!" Parisa shouted. "Either put it away, or I'll do a little spring cleaning, how does that sound?"

"You think you're so tough, huh, don't you?" Qiongqi asked, laughing. "I'll have you know I have hundreds of spares!"

"Don't try me, keep it up, and I'll eat those drums in your closet myself!" Parisa shouted.

"You wouldn't dare!" He squinted dramatically.

"What's with a da commochun?" Hanegal asked, turning her head. "Oh, Qiongqi be up to nonzenze late at night uhgen?" She then sighed. "Could you stop doin alla dat, please?"

"First of all, it's commotion, second, it's nonsense, and third, it's again!" Parisa cried, hands in the air. "Forget it! Why do I even try anymore?! Whatever! What is this stupid meeting you want out of us? Hurry up, because I want to go back to sleep!"

Laboratory growing silent for a brief moment, the young adult yawned. What happened, did Qiongqi lose his bark or something? Why did he call for a meeting in the first place? But, as he thought such, the stupid bell rung once more. Groaning, he tried to find a place to hide. Sorry, he's not here right now.

"Wake up, Siorc! We're having a meeting!" Qiongqi shouted.

Qiongqi bringing the meeting to his attention once again, the farmer faked a snore. Sorry, he can't hear him, he's sleeping here, zzz, snrkle, snrkle, snrkle. He can have their dumb meeting without him. But, such had been a failure, in an instant. Covers flying across the room, the bun gave the bun a glare. Ow, wow, he caught him! Oops, he's awake! Can he go now?

"Haha, knew you weren't sleeping!" Qiongqi cried, pointing. "Get up! This is important!"

Urgent voice ready to bury him, the bun crossed his arms across his waist. Alright, what could possibly be so important it couldn't wait until morning? He swears, Qiongqi just wants something to turn into a competition, or something. If that's what this is about, he can forget it. He's out of here, sorry. Reaching for the Talkmaster B, he turned the knobs rapid fire.

Little mark drawn above a small face ready to blow steam, the bun shook his head. No, that's way too over the top, isn't it? Maybe he should tone it down a bit. Scribbling down a circle with a line going through it, he shook the device. No, that's not enough either. Forget it, just draw a face with their hand up and call it a day. Doing so, the robotic voice was ready to play itself out into the open.

[I highly doubt it's so important that I need to attend this meeting, too. I'm not from here, remember? None of this is my business. Can I go back to sleep now?] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I knew you'd say that, I win!" Qiongqi shouted, pointing. "Listen, this meeting is about you, so get up!"

[If this is about redoing the Sun Rising West Festival, you can forget it, I'm not participating this time!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"What?! No, why would we be doing that?! That's over and done with already!" Qiongqi shouted, hands in the air. "Hurry up and get out of bed, this is really important."

Demands coming his way once again, the bun wanted to bury himself back underneath the covers. This meeting is about him? Why couldn't this wait until morning? Sigh, fine, he's getting up, okay? Removing himself from the bed, the vampa hopped towards the kitchen. Time to get this nonsense over with.

Everyone looking like death, the farmer let out a yawn. How do Parisa and Hanegal deal with this bun every day? Well, he supposed they were used to his antics by now, probably. He wouldn't last a month here, that's for sure. Qiongqi slapping his hands on the table, he covered his ears. Cut it out with the noise already, thanks.

"Alright, everyone's here, so let's get this started!" Qiongqi cried.

"Um, uh, so what is this all about?" Rabiu asked, voice shaking.

"Yeah, what's dis all aboud?" Hanegal asked. "Why couldn't it waid until da morning?"

"This had better be good, or you can kiss every single one of your spare drums goodbye, you hear me?!" Parisa shouted. "Also, who's in charge here? I am, not you! If you woke me up for nothing, you can expect your game room to get a nice hit from me later!"

"Like I said, this is really important! Could you chill, Parisa?!" His hands were up in the air.

Party of four letting their grunts out one after another, the bun scratched his head. Was whatever this was about really all that important? No, probably not. Oh, well, guess his drum stash in the closet is going to get eaten. Sorry to see them go! Hands slammed down hard on the table, he turned towards the noise. Alright, alright, he's listening.

"Fine! Spill, what is it?" Parisa asked, tone annoyed.

"Siorc here finished his duties down here, so we need to find a way to get him out of here!" Qiongqi cried out loud. "Seeboro folk like him belong in the light! So, what do you say?"

Room growing silent, the bun drummed his fingers. That's what this is about? Why was that so important for? Surely, Wistebu will come in the morning and tell him he finished whatever job they had for him down here. Or, better yet, tell him he failed to perform and fire him. Actually, please do that! He's a failure after all, right? Come on, say the magic words!

No one saying a word, the vampa's ears quivered. Why isn't anyone saying anything? Is there no way to leave this place once in here? Oh no, that's not good! The farm, who's going to look after it if he's a prisoner here for the rest of eternity? No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts! Surely, there had to be a way out of here, but how?

Gazing at Hanegal for a moment, the bun wondered. Maybe she can whip up a potion to poof him out of here? No, of course not, that's ridiculous! There's no way that was possible. Don't let him be stuck in the Sappharicha Bog forever, his chickens depend on him! They're probably clucking up a storm right now waiting for their food! No, no, Strix and Deigr are feeding them, right? Of course they were, silly him.

"Easy for you to say, do you really think we'll be able to get him back home?" Parisa said, arms crossed. "Not possible! I doubt even divine intervention could get him back to where he came from!"

"Dat's not true," Hanegal said, shaking her head. "I'm sure de're godda be a way to ged him back to da outside world."

"Oh, really! Then, tell me, how do you propose we get him back to the outside world?" Parisa asked, tone annoyed.

"I dunno." She shook her head.

"Not only can't you pronounce anything, you're useless too!" Parisa shouted, waving her hands in the air. "Does anyone else have bright ideas how to get Siorc back to the outside world? I'm waiting! And don't say we'll use our powers to achieve that! If that would have worked, we'd have done it the moment he fell down here!"

"And the award for the bun who makes the stupidest assumptions goes to--" Qiongqi started to say, but a piece of wood had been tossed towards him before he could finish that sentence.

"Shut up if you have nothing useful to say!" Her voice was booming.

Nothing of value brought to the table, the bun placed his finger on his chin. How could he return to Seeboro anyway? Should he call one of the godbuns to get him out of here? No, maybe not, what good would that do? They'd just tell him he's stuck here now, wouldn't they? Crossing that option off the list, the noise continued.

"Um, I have an idea," Rabiu said, raising his hand in the air.

"This had better be good!" Parisa cried. "If you say something stupid like that husband of yours not only will I call Hungry Chipmunk here, I'll also summon Empty Beaver to stare into your soul!"

"Um, uh, is that really a threat you should be making right now?" Rabiu asked, arms crossed. "I was just, uh, thinking, why don't we um, ask Streamer Pika for help? She's uh, you know, pretty good at uh, that kind of um, stuff."

"Fine, we'll go find her in the morning! If that's all, I'm going back to sleep!" Parisa shouted, stomping off.

No one opposing to such, the young adult shrugged. He supposed it was worth a try. Maybe Kylling knew something about getting out of this place, hopefully. Hopping back to the guest bed, the young adult stared off into space. Feeling himself ready to drift out at any given moment, one last sea of thoughts kicked in.

Please, let Kylling and her group know a way out of this place.