[O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our extreme season of never ending pain and misery,

We gave our people lakes, we gave our people rivers to look for, to seek, we gave our people the machines they seek,

And, yet it's never enough.

We gave them access to the technology that they need,

And, yet, they keep on asking for more like it's oh, so easy!

Please, o, please, divine above, give us a new technological piece!

They act like it's some magic spell,

A game that has twenty players to their thousands, of which,

At first we decided their demands must be upheld!

But, as the centuries come and go,

Our people never seem to let go!

They could easily build what they seek themselves,

And yet, they never seem to try to do so!

Just ask the divine above and

Their calls our answered to!

They keep asking, asking, asking with every little plea!

Make them this new piece of technology!

Don't you see?

O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns

What's a deity to do

When demands go over the supply?

Our people keep assuming

We have infinite power that can do anything!

We are not so infinite as one might think,

And yet, not a single one of these mortals

Seems to understand that. They ask us for every little thing

The pleas keep growing and growing and growing on the daily!

Like we are some conveyer belt that can pump out everything instantly!

Where is a moment for reprieve?

We ask ourselves this every single day,

And yet there's no answer.

Will there ever be a solution to this inquiry?

At this point in time,

It seems highly unlikely!

O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns ready to break the bridge that sits underneath our feet,

What's a deity to do,

When our people refuse to see the supply is shrinking?

We implore them to recall and learn

They have their own capabilities.

Their hands and paws are not broken,

They are working properly!

But, that seems to mean nothing to them

As their demands keep on coming, coming, coming!

We are in short supply

We cannot be everywhere all at once!

But, do our people seem to recall that?

They do not, clearly!

They do not recall what's right in front of them aplenty!

Don't you see?

The mortals continue to remain unchanged for centuries!

O, our poor, poor godbuns with nothing left but tears and stabbing agony,

What will it take for a our people

To break away from their overreliance on the divine

And stand on their own as mortals with their own prowess and expertise?

They need to remember nothing is infinite.

We implore you to stop asking for every little thing!

We are not calling for complete nothing, a permanent divide,

But at least give us time to breathe!

But, that outcome is continuing to become

Far less likely on the daily.

The demands will never end,

They will never be satiated,

The cycle repeats!

Why can't they see what

Their overreliance has done?

It leaves nothing but burning seeds?

But, they will never wake up, it would seem.

Why, o why is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of constant burning aplenty,

Change needs to happen immediately!]

Tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap, tap.

Circular icy creatures slapping down upon the paned glass, the bun let out a groan. Divine above, what in the world is happening now? If something else is trying to destroy the farm, they can talk to the wings because he's going to get rid of it right here, right now! Letting out a yawn, the vampa buried himself further underneath the covers. Just give him fifteen minutes and he will, zzz.

Tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap, tap, taparoo.

Pelts getting louder, the farmer placed his pillow over his face for a moment. By the godbuns above, are there chocobats out there again? Please, don't let there be another vermin problem, it's? What time is it right now? Yawn, forget it, it's too late for this right now, so long, goodnight, don't let the strawrats bite.

Slam, slam.

Bam.

Tossing his pillow across the room, the bun held back the urge to scream. Alright, vermin, they're going to get it this time! Hopping out of his bed, the young adult raced towards the window. Any pests want to come at him, because he sure will do them in, just say the word! But, what waited for him had been the least expected outcome.

Balls of hail raining down from the sky one after another, the bun's ears shot upward. Where did this storm come from? He needs to hurry, and cover the fields right away! Burning fields flashing through his memory, the young adult dropped down onto his knees. Oh, right, the crops were torched into nothing. How could he forget?

Boom, crash, crackle, kaboom.

Thunder greeting him, the vampa held in the urge to sigh. Is there anything left to even save at this point? It's gone, everything gone. But, the bun shook his head. No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts. He can plant something new. Right, there's still plenty of time before summer starts! How much longer until the seasons changed? A few weeks, right, there's still time.

A few weeks ready to drop down a new bolt of lightning, the bun buried his face into the carpet beneath him. Oh, great, there's only a few weeks left until the summer harvest, and what does he have to show for it? Nothing, not a single crop! Oh, great, this is wonderful. Everything is going to come crashing down any day now! So long, perfect season of cultivation, it's all over. Crawling back underneath the covers, the farmer yawned. Forget all this, goodnight world.

Ring, ring, ring.

It's the sixth hour.

It's the sixth hour.

All early morning LopVampas, report to your stations immediately!

Familiar bell chiming, the bun let out a yawn. It's morning already? Why does it feel like he heard something in the middle of the night? Ah, forget it, he can't remember. Cracking his knuckles, the bun hopped out of his bed. Today is the day to plant some nice replacement crops. Godbuns, are they listening up there? Sorry, he's unavailable today! Turn someone else into their little plaything in the meantime!

Conversation from yesterday flowing through his mind, the bun hopped around in a circle upon the carpet laid out in front of him. Should he accept Susu's proposal? Maybe he should. Maybe diving deeply into the godbun's history would do something. But, would it really be enough to get a redo? Probably not.

Hops about continuing, the bun tried to recall. Just how much about the godbuns did he know? Names floating through him, he shrugged. He supposed knowing their functions and roles was far from enough. Right, why would that be the snowball that would set the events on the right path? It most certainly wouldn't, that's for sure.

Turning off towards the window, the vampa shook his head. Perhaps, for now, looking into the godbun's history can wait. Right, maybe there were other things he could look into first. Maybe he could look into LopVampa history first? Surely, finding information about earlier divine naming ceremonies would suffice as well.

Knock, knock, knock.

Racket soon interrupting him, the young adult's ears perked. Has Deigr finally come back from Sumazo Forest? Please, let it be her. Hopping towards the door with all his might, no such light purple hair greeted him. Strix looking about ready to pull his hair out at any given moment, the bun reached for the Talkmaster B. Knobs fired up and ready to go, the bun prepared himself.

"Good morning, Siorc," Strix yawned. "I gotta 'bout six hours 'till boss needs me, so why don't we go ahead an' plant some new crops?"

Predictable question coming his way, the bun shook the device. Ah, great, he asked the same inquiry he was going to! What now? Tiny face with the word nod written above it, he almost wanted to shake it again. Gah, did that look sloppy? Maybe it did, should he try again? No, there's no time, the clock is already ticking here! Tiny clock drawn on the screen as well, he turned towards the window. There's no way they're going to have a decent harvest season for the rest of the year.

[Sure, let's do it. But, Strix, don't you think it's already too late for that? Summer will be here pretty soon! If we plant now, we won't get any crops until the end of the season!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Yer right, but it's still worth a try," Strix said, shrugging. "It's lookin' kinda creepy out there with a whole load of nothin', so I figured we'd try again even though it's late, ya know?"

Empty world ready to hug him from behind, the bun shivered. It definitely looked like a ghost farm out there, didn't it? Maybe he should have asked the other farmers at the farmer forum for tips on how to rebuild in a few weeks. But, too late for that now, wasn't it? Oh, well, nothing can be done now.

Another specter of thought flowing through him, the bun blinked. Wait, what about Deigr? Shouldn't they wait until she comes back from the Sumazo Forest? Hold on, is she still there now? Maybe he should go there and see what's going on. But, how could he get there from here? There was no way he could make it there in time.

 [But, shouldn't we wait for Deigr to get back? She still hasn't returned from Sumazo Forest yet!] A crackling voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Nah, there's no tellin' when she'll be back, why wait?" Strix asked. "I'm sure she won't mind if we plant replacements without her."

Sumazo Forest floating through his mind once more, the vampa wondered. Just what was Deigr dealing with right now? Was she fighting the monsters there, too? Maybe she was. Or, perhaps she was looking into the poison situation there. How should he know? It's probably not his business anyway.

Monsters from the area dropping down through his memories as well, a wave of unease flowed through the farmer. What if she's lost in there, what should he do? Ah, no, come on, why would she be? Happy thoughts, Siorc, happy thoughts! She's probably just busy with something, right, that's all. Why think otherwise? But, a voice soon cut through him.

"You okay? Is something on yer mind?" Strix asked.

[I'm fine, sorry. Why do you ask?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Ya seemed lost in thought, that's all." He crossed his arms across his waist as he said such.

[I was just thinking that Deigr might be lost in Sumazo, that's all. I can't help but think about that just a little.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I'm sure her job there is goin' fine, but, maybe if she doesn't come back in a week or two, we can go look fer her, how 'bout that?" Strix asked, he then hopped. "I'mma start makin' breakfast. See ya in a bit."

Brother hopping away, the bun stared off into space. What if Deigr doesn't ever return? What if she's been turned into vermin food out there?! No, no, Siorc, come on, that'd never happen! Silly imagination, he needs to turn that down just a little. Ah, well, she'll come back soon, probably. It's time to get ready for the day.

Hopping towards the private restroom, the vampa's eyes were glued to the tiny window. Nothing doing out in the farm, the bun let out a sigh. Those flames really took everything. Why did the godbuns have to do all this? He knows already, he's their little plaything! He'll give them a reason to turn him into their tool, alright! Next time they have work for him, they can kiss his ears and say goodbye! Yeah, right, like that'd ever happen.

As the sprinkler above raged down upon his head, a repeat question threw itself out into the mix. What if the godbuns are holding Deigr hostage out in Sumazo Forest? Could that be why she hasn't returned? No, no, come on now, that's ridiculous! The godbuns wouldn't do something like that! Surely, she's just caught up in something bigger than she realized. Right, she'll be back eventually. He needs to stay positive here!

Crossed out Unhappy Bunny shirt glaring daggers at him in the reflective surface, the bun almost wanted to turn the shirt inside out. Maybe he out to dye this shirt red entirely! Yeah, right, as if that would do anything. The markers would wash off in the blink of an eye. One x will do for the time being, he supposed.

Cross shaped hairpins and earrings clicked into place, the bun crossed his fingers. Please, don't let the godbuns descend today. He's not going to be their plaything any longer! Sorry, he's taken for the next few weeks or so! They can wait in line after the farm is fixed up! Hair soon braded, he hopped towards the kitchen.

Earthy scent wafting through the room, the vampa let out a sigh. They're having carrot porridge this morning? But, the bun tossed such thought away. Wow, porridge? Delicious, he'll take two bowls, please. Setting the table, he nearly dropped the third fork. Oops, silly him, he took out an extra one. Putting it back, a familiar ringing sound shook the walls.

"I'll get it," Strix said, hopping. "Hello, Ingne Residence, how can I help ya?" He then paused. "Oh, mom, what's goin' on? Ya almost never call." He then froze. "Oh, I see, so ya heard 'bout our situation? Well, we got things here, so don't worry, kay?" He then sighed. "I know, I know, don't be 'fraid t' ask fer help! Don't worry, we got plenty of peeps that can help us out an' stuff." Blah, blah, blah, blah. "Well, I guess ya can have Leader Hare bring some crates of supplies to th' house, that'd be mighty helpful right 'bout now." He then sighed "Listen, I gotta go, boss might call me any minute now." Click. "Ya heard all of that, right?"

Nodding, the bun wondered, would Leader Hare be able to send some replacement crops, too? No, no, don't get greedy now! A few crates would be plenty. Porridge placed onto the table, he flinched. Did Strix mix pepper into this? Nope, totally not. It's not even there, nope! Munching away, a sigh soon threw itself on the table.

"Leader Hare's gonna come by while I'm at work to drop th' supplies an' stuff, I bet, but don't expect much outta it, this is the capitol after all," Strix said between bites. He then looked his brother in the eyes. "So, what do ya plan to do after we finish plantin' today?"

[I don't know, I'm sure the godbuns will find a way to be their plaything today!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Nah, I don't think that's gonna happen today, there's a holy summit or somthin'," Strix said between bites. "They ain't gonna bother ya for nothin'. Probably."

God summit coming to his attention, the bun's ears twitched. Wait, what's going on? Idea plopping through him, he rubbed his hands together. This is the perfect opportunity to get dirt on the divine! No, no, Siorc, that's not what he should set out to do here! Come on, now, that's silly. Secrets are worthless.

Readying himself to clean out his bowl, the young adult stared off into space for a moment longer. Would it be too late to rebuild now? Maybe it would be. No, of course it wasn't, there's still hope, right. If he takes care of the farm like always, everything will work out! Preparing himself for the long morning ahead, the vampa slapped his cheeks.

It's time to get planting!