"Maybe I should fight the gods

After all. I can't believe what I've been hearing so far today! I seriously can't.

You know, maybe it's about time I decide my own destiny! It's about time I rip apart this fate and

Bury it! I was meant to be Farmer Bunny, nothing

Else! And, if I have to get my hands dirty to get it, I will!

It's time to take back what's mine! I won't be

The god's plaything any longer!

So, watch out, godbuns, I

Am going to kick some divine

Butt! Okay, okay, let's calm down a bit here. Let's not get too violent here!

Okay, so maybe it is about time I consider some other options here.

Uh, should I maybe try and find some buns who had

Their divine name changed? But, are

There any? That,

I honestly can't say I know.

Maybe? Or, maybe not? I guess it is possible, but I don't think I've

Ever heard anything like that happening anywhere. At least,

I don't think so. Should I start doing some

Research? Yes, maybe I should. But, where should I go? Maybe I should go to the library next to the capitol. I'm pretty sure

Every record is kept there.

At least, I think so. Or, maybe I should ask around other places too? Frosaro, maybe? I feel

Like I'm getting a

Little ahead of myself here, though.

Yes, I probably should

Start small. And, maybe it's best to think of other ways

To get a redo besides fighting.

Ah, but what other options do I have?

Renouncing my name in front of the

Twenty godbuns all at once? Hmm, no,

There's definitely never going to be an

Opportunity for that to happen. At least, I don't

Think so. Do the twenty godbuns ever come together in the same place? Going to

Have to go with no. Unless

I do something bad. Oh, I know! I can do something super bad! Then, the gods will descend all at once to give me some divine punishment!

Nah, that probably wouldn't work, would it? I don't

Know, then. That probably isn't goin to end up being the right

Answer after all, so then, what could

Be the right answer besides fighting the gods?

Oh! Maybe I could climb

Up the Holy Peak of the Snow Hare? I've heard

That legend before in my childbunhood! But,

Where is that mountain again?

Haha, what

Am I saying? That's just a silly story!

There's no way that's something that would work

In real life! There has to be

Some other way to get a redo! There

Has to be at least

One other way! Do I wait

Until next year's Mystic Carrot Bowl? No, no,

Let's not even think about considering that as an option! I

Doubt that would work, why even think that's something that would work out for me?

Don't, don't even think about that as any sort of

Option! That one is off the table

Forever! As if I'd ever participate in that

Rigged nonsense ever again!

Okay, what else is there? Oh, I know!

Maybe I can hold a festival for the gods and then demand a redo that way!

Haha, like that's going to work

Either. The godbuns told me I won't be getting a

Redo. Ah, well, let's scrap that idea.

Eh, I need to think of something else, think of anything else! Ah, wait, maybe I can just

Declare on the Archbun's name that I, Siorc Ingne am Farmer Bunny! What did I learn about the Archbun in school?

Oh, well, not much,

I guess. It's pretty strange, but I

Feel like I learned absolutely nothing about the Archbun.

I guess that's off the table, too, sight. What should I do instead? I have idea. I've

Got to think, think come on. I

Have to come to a conclusion!

There's no way I'll live this

This divine mistake! I

Have to have it corrected!

Even if it takes me years, I'm

Going to have this divine accident undone

Once and for all. I'm not unhappy, I've never been! They just

Don't get it! If I have to do

Something dirty to do this all

Over, I may as well! They'll see, all the godbuns will see, they'll

Reap what they sow after what they did to me!

I won't let them get away from destroying the

Spring harvest! I won't let

Them get away with burning my trees, I won't let them

Hear the

End of this.

Roar, roar, hear me roar, this is going to come to an

End, and I will become Farmer Bunny.

And, I'll have my job ceremony redone as well. I'm

Not going to be the god's little plaything any longer!

Once and for all, I'll have

That corrected too! I

Have to find a way to get so fired, they won't

Ever want to make me do work for them again! That's

Right, I have to find a

Way to do that! But, how?

At the moment, I don't have many ideas. I have

Yet to reach a conclusion, but,

There's absolutely no way I'm going to live like this!

Once and for all, I'll

Get that redo!

Even if I have

To fight to gods to get one.

Aha, that's right, you hear me, godbuns? I'll be getting that

Redo, no matter what!

Every single one of you better be listening. Don't close your ears,

Divine above, I will get the destiny that was meant for me

Once and for all, and

I won't let you stand in the way!

No more plaything, no more Unhappy Bunny!

Everything is going to

End up being corrected!

Don't look away,

The truth is going to unfold very soon!

Obviously, I still

Don't have any sort of idea

On where to start with that, but I'm going to keep going!

So, look straight at me, you godbuns will pay for what you did.

Once and for all, you'll pay for what you did to

My farm! I won't let this be the

Ending. I won't let this be the way things

Die out!

I will become Farmer Bunny, so

Get comfortable,

Get ready, it's about time you see what a farmer looks like when

It's all said and done! You will

Not be able to look away, so

Get ready, I'm coming for you!"

Returning to the meeting room, the bun prepared himself. Now is the time to bring up the fire incident. Chatter going on for quite awhile about this year's cultivation, the vampa readied himself for the next round of action. The time has come, here goes nothing. Flame scribbled onto the Talkmaster B's screen, a robotic echoed on the walls.

[I have a question. Did anyone else deal with a fire on their farm yesterday?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"So you were the one whose farm was set ablaze yesterday," Cultivator Pika said. "No, sonny, that did not happen to me."

"Beyond another vermin problem, my farm as well did not deal with any flames," Field Tiller Hare said, shaking his head. "May I ask you, how bad was it?"

[I lost almost all of my spring crops! Every single one of my trees lost all their fruit! I don't know what I can do to rebuild!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Uh, we had a small fire yesterday, too, actually," Violinist Bunny said, raising his hand. "But we were able to contain it pretty quickly, so my crops are still intact!"

"Same here, I don't know what happened, but when I returned from work last night, the cows were running away from something, and it turns out, half of my farm was set ablaze!" Grapher Lemming shouted. "And, guess what else? I was left a message, it read, 'remember what you are, you are a cartographer!' It was the strangest thing! I still can't get over it! But, mama managed to come to the rescue just in time!"

"I guess we might have had a small fire in the morning, but my folks took care of it," Cutter Lop said, finger on their chin. "But, I have just the tool that can absorb future ones. Have any of you ever heard of the Flamecrow?"

Flamecrow brought to his attention, the farmer placed his fingers on his chin. What in the world is that? Would something like that even work? Discussion brewing about such a thing, the young adult scribbled the descriptions down. Perhaps it would be in his best interest to go to the store and get one before he goes back home.

[Thank you for telling me about that. I'll go buy one on the way home!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

Discussions continuing about how to rebuild lost crops for the summer season, the young adult let out a sigh. How in the world is he going to be able to regrow this late into the game? It's too late for that now, isn't it? Forum about ready to wrap up, the bun prepared himself to bid farewell to the community center for who knows how long.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the seventeenth hour.

It's the seventeenth hour.

All evening shift LopVampas, report to your stations immediately.

Heading the nearby market, the bun swore he could sense someone following him from up above. Entire box of Flamecrows purchased, the bun prepared for the long trek back. Halfway point soon reached, a blinding light soon overtook the area. Ugh, great, here comes one of the Godbuns! Go away, divine above! He's not playing their games today!

Divisee floating towards him, the vampa made a run for it. Who does this bun think he is coming towards him at a time like this? Are they here to brag about yesterday's burning incident? Well, congratulations, he got their messages loud and clear already! Hand stretched out in front of him, a laugh was ready to drown him deep.

"One sees one didn't take our message seriously," Divisee said, eyes glowing. "Listen here, mere mortal, you are our plaything. Does one want another nice reminder? One can oblige, if so!"

Fingers snapped, the young adult flapped away as fast as his wing could carry him. Oh, no he doesn't! Sorry, Divisee, he's got other things to get done today! Try as they like, but he's off plaything duty until further notice! Reaching the farm after forty five minutes, three familiar faces soon waited for him by the picnic table.

Zhulong, Niquel and Susu locking eyes with him, the young adult clapped his hands together. How long had these three been waiting here for him? He needs to apologize to them right here, right now. Talkmaster B out and ready to go, the bun drew clapped hands in the center. Shaking the device, he tried again. Isn't that coming off a little too strong? It definitely was. Bowing bunny drawn instead, the words forced themselves out one after another.

[Good evening, you three. Sorry, I hope I didn't keep you all waiting! And, sorry, Zhulong, Niquel, I couldn't help out with the farm yesterday! I'll make it up to you!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You don't have to do anything, it's fine," Zhulong said, voice tired. "How was the farmer forum?"

[It went fine. I got some Flamecrows. I won't let the gods burn this place ever again!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I don't know if that will work, but I do suppose it's worth a try," Niquel said, voice tired. "We're sorry we couldn't save the trees, but we'll help you plant more next week."

Susu looking like she had something to say, the bun closed his eyes. What should he ask her? Did she come here to request something of him? Or did she hear about the time erosion zone? Divine above, what in the world should he ask her? His mind is going completely blank. Sighing, he scribbled away for a brief moment.

[Hello, Susu, what brings you here?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Good evening, Siorc, I heard what happened recently," Susu said, her face was dark. "And, I've been thinking. You still want to get a redo, right? I have a proposal for you. Why don't you dig deep into the history of the godbuns and find out everything there is to know about them?" She then turned towards Zhulong and Niquel. "Maybe if you do, something will change. I promise, whatever you end up deciding, we'll help you out, okay?"

Question coming his way, the bun placed his finger on his chin. Should he do that? What would digging into the godbun's history do? Staring off into space, the thought floated around him for a moment longer. Maybe that's the right answer here. Perhaps he should consider it. What harm would it do?

[I'll think about it.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Okay, but whatever you end up deciding, let me know," Susu said. "I'll be around Seeoboro until the beginning of the eighth month, so give me a holler when you decide okay?"

Friends bidding him farewell, the young adult returned to his room. Plopping down onto his bed, the vampa let out a yawn. Fatigue ready to eat him up at any given moment, the bun closed his eyes. But, as the dream world was ready to take him one away, one last thought kicked him to the curb, in an instant.

Should he look into the god's history?

Maybe he should.

There has to be a way to make the gods pay without a fight.