[O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns in our never ending season of being cut to ribbons by the silence that is burning

We try to lead our people to try and not need us for every little thing,

Try to get them to maybe stop for a moment to think,

Do they really need the divine for each and every single request that they may seek?

We do not know what to do anymore at this stage.

They keep on asking, begging, pleading, and we descend all and all.

But, we keep telling our people over and over,

That they do not need us for every little thing!

Why can't they see? They are fully capable to do all that they ask of us by their lonesome,

No, together as a unit. They can do as they wish without our input,

And yet, they seem to be deaf to all the noise around them!

We implore and beg, do not as this of thee,

We do not have all the answers that they seem to seek!

O, Creator of All, why have you gone away?

Look at what our people have become!

Do you intend to hide for all eternity?

Our people have stagnated, the world is at a standstill!

We implore you to come back, pretty please!

Don't you see?

O, our poor, poor sacrificial godbuns,

How did the world turn out this way? We try to answer that question, but there is no correct one that adds up clearly in any capacity.

We gave our people land, we gave them ways to grow, and change,

Yet at every single opportunity, they throw that all away!

They expect us to descend, do everything that they seek!

How are we supposed to answer to every single plea?

There's twenty of of us, millions of them! Born at rapid speed!

If only we could split ourselves off into hundreds of thousands of pieces,

But that is not possible, it might never be.

We do not know how

To get our people to crack away from us

Give us room to breathe

Please, o please, Archgodbun that has gone away,

Why did you have to go completely astray?

We wish there could be a way

To enact change within our people,

But they refuse to move the cogwheel forward in any capacity!

No action, just plea upon plea upon plea!

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns with the world ready to crumble beneath our feet,

What will it take for our people to spread their wings?

Reach a point where they do not have to ask us for anything?

Will it take an explosion, a falsehood of our expirations?

We do not know, but we are certain that

Would not be enough to get the gears spinning.

Perhaps vanishing is another option that we may need,

But that will do nothing as well, honestly.

What is a deity to do,

When the options are unsustainable aplenty?

There has to be a way to instill change,

But we are not sure which one would bring the change that we need!

And we might never at this stage, truly!

Creator of All, we implore you to return!

Don't you see?

The Creator of All's gone without a trace, and there's no trail of him in the world for who knows how long? Month, centuries?

O, our poor, poor godbuns with the urge to jump into the pit of an ethanoribbit's stomach and rot in its acids for all eternity,

What will it take for our people to see the harm that is burning?

We ask ourselves this on the daily,

But there is never an answer that makes sense in any capacity!

We need something to lead to change,

And, yet no matter what we seem to try,

Nothing seems to happen for centuries!

Perhaps, if a mortal finds the secrets washed away,

That bun will find a reason to instill change!

But, why would our people seek that outcome?

They intend to keep begging, pleading, summoning us for all eternity,

Learning nothing, asking us for everything!

When will this sea of drowning end?

We do not know the answer to that inquiry any longer.

The cycle will continue to crack, bleed.

The world is stuck in stagnant agony!

Why, o, why is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of stabbing writhing agony,

Change needs to happen already!]

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Loud noise banging from who knows where, the vampa covered his ears with all his might. Where is that nonsensical racket coming from? Where is he again? Oh, right, he went to the underground dance studio in Sagitago, how could he forget? What's going on this time? Please, don't let there be vermin he has to take care of right now! Lifting himself up from the floor, he rubbed his eyes. It's about time he finds out where that racket is coming from.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Hopping through empty rooms, the young adult let out a groan. Just what is going on here? Are they doing what he thinks they're doing? Maybe they had been. Oh, no, are they going to war with the Oriza folks across the way? This not good! Please, whatever they do, don't knock them down! Racing through the empty halls, he huffed a breath. Where is everyone? He needs to hurry.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

"We have to bring get louder, come on!" Dove shouted.

"Are you seriously going to use smoke signals now at this time of night?!" Gloine cried. "Oriza folks don't stay awake twenty four seven, you know!"

"What do you want me to do, storm over with a megaphone?!" Dove cried.

"I mean, that'd be more effective!" Gloine cried.

"Yeah, right, like that's true!" Dove shouted. "Folu, send them a message right now! Write, Oriza scum you'd better get over here right now!"

Screams echoing every which way, the bun hopped back towards the room of which he came. Why are they trying to reach the Oriza citizens for? What point is there in doing all of that? Hadn't Malati said multiple times what goes on in Sagitago was not their business? So, why would they show up around here? They definitely wouldn't for any reason.

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

"You think we gotta be more urgent, something like come here, Oriza scum, this is an emergency, maybe?" Dove asked in a loud voice that echoed on the walls.

"But, what kind of emergency?" Gloine asked. "Have you sat down for a minute to think of what kind?"

"I don't know, something that'll threaten both us and them?!" Her voice grew louder.

"Such as?!" Gloine cried.

"It would be helpful if you at least had an idea, Dove," Folu said in a loud voice.

"I don't know, say something along the lines of there's a fire about to burn both our spaces!" Dove shouted. "Hurry and send that message to them right now!"

Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Noise continuing onwards, the bun pulled his ears down. What is the point of summoning Oriza here? It's not like they're going to come and lend a hand or paw, so why try? He doesn't know, nothing is quite adding up here to make sense at all. But, oh well, he's going back to sleep, so long world, zzz, zzz, zzz. Wake him up when the noise grinds to a halt.

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

It's the eighth hour.

It's the eighth hour.

Work time, work time! All morning shift LopVampas, report to your stations immediately!

Tap, tap, tap, tippity, tap.

"Wake up, would you?" a voice asked. "Hello, Siorc, wake up!" a sigh. "Unhappy Bunny, rise and shine!"

Accursed name jolting him awake, the bun folded his palms into a fist. Who said that just now?! He's not Unhappy Bunny! Can't they see the red marker over that? Turning towards the owner of the voice, he gave the bun a glare. How dare Elenk say that divine mistake, he'll pay for that! Reaching for the Talkmaster B, he turned the knobs rapid fire.

Fist drawn in a haphazard manner, an angry symbol had been added above it. But, he quickly shook the device. That's a bit strong, isn't it? Maybe it had been. He should try again, right. Don't come off too strong, that's just asking for trouble. Not allowed symbol drawn in its place, the robotic voice threw itself out there.

[Don't call me that! It's Siorc. You don't see me calling you by your divine name, do you? So, please, don't do that again! What do you need from me?] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Well, how else was I supposed to get your attention?" Elenk asked, arms crossed. "Listen, the Oriza folks are coming here to ask some questions, so I'd get up now if I were you."

Oriza brought to his attention, the young adult scratched the side of his head. Hold on, did he hear that correctly just now, the buns from Oriza are coming this way? He wasn't hearing things, was he? Maybe he was. Placing his hand behind his ear, he tilted his head. Maybe he's still dreaming. He has to be, right? Perhaps he had been.

"What's got you so puzzled for?" Elenk asked, arms crossed. "Look, I know what you might be thinking, and yes, we don't mesh with the Oriza folks, but listen, we can't do this without them, so just set aside what you might be thinking and get up already."

[Alright, fine I'll get up, happy? Do we seriously need everyone in the area to help me train, though? I already have something lined up next week as well in the Sumazo Forest. So, I'll be fine.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"I get that, but listen, Oriza's got some things that we don't have and could only dream of," Elenk responded. "What, are you against those folks also or something?"

[What could I possibly have against them? Do you think I'm a rain cloud constantly bringing down a downpour everywhere I go or something?!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Then hop off your rump and get going! We've got things to do, places to be, and challenges to get through!" He clapped his hands together.

Lifting himself up from the floor, the vampa let out a sigh. Would the citizens from Oriza really come here? Maybe it would be too good to be true. What could they possibly have to ask him? Were they here to try and stop him from fighting the gods? Sorry, not happening, this was the only option that remained! Hopping around in a circle, the inquiries from within continued.

Could the Oriza folks possibly have another way to convince the gods to let him get a redo? Surely, there had to have been some other methods besides bringing them down a notch. But, the farmer shook his head at such thoughts. No, that's probably not the case anymore. Or, maybe it never had been to start with, who knows? Sighing, the vampa hopped towards the main room.

"There you are! What took you so long to wake up?" Gloine asked. "We spent all night trying to get the Oriza folks to answer our calls, you know!" He then shook his head. "Ah, well, take your potatoes and sit tight. They should be here pretty soon. And, just so you know, don't think this means we've formed any sort of truce with those guys! You got that? They're still gum beneath our feet!"

Nibbling on the potatoes, the bun stared off into space. Everyone sent out smoke signals to Oriza all night? How strange. Maybe this was bigger than he thought it would be. Bowl of spuds soon finished, he stretched. He needs to prepare himself for anything that might come his way. Hearing a hopping noise off in the distance, he crossed his fingers. Please, don't let a full on war break loose on the dance floor.

"The Oriza scum are here!" Dove shouted. "Let them in!"

"Can we knock off that word for the time being, please?" Folu asked.

"And, why should I, huh?!" Dove cried. "Scum is scum!"

"Whatever you say. Fine, I'll let them in." Hop, hop, hop.

Kali, Malati, Iomra and Izzet hopping towards him, the farmer prepared himself for bloodshed to break loose at any given moment. The whole gang was here, he guessed. But, what did the Sagitago buns need from the Oriza citizens in the first place? He really doesn't know, but he supposed he was going to find out in a moment or two.

"Well, we're here," Iomra said, sighing. "Can someone please explain to me what we were summoned here for?"

"I thought I had already told you," Izzet said, hands on their hips. "Something about an emergency that would burn both Sagitago and Oriza if something isn't done."

"I reckon that the emergency bit was a bit of a thin wire," Malati said in a serious tone.

"So, you think we came all this way for nothing, then?" Kali asked. "Perhaps we should leave." But, she then turned her head. "Oh, huh? No, actually, I think I know why we were called here."

Eyes wandering towards him the bun took a deep breath. What could Oriza possibly have that Sagitago didn't? He didn't know, but he supposed he was about to find out. He'd better prepare himself for whatever questions that they might have for him. Locking eyes with him, he placed the Talkmaster B out in front of him once more.

"Oriza scum, you finally showed your faces around here?!" Dove cried, pointing. "You know what to do!"

"What is this emergency that'll make both our villages turn to dust as you put it in your sky messages to us last night?" Izzet asked in a serious tone.

"Look, this bun over here plans to fight the gods! And, we think he's got what it takes to beat all of them!" She pointed.

Finger pointed straight at him, the vampa pulled his ears down. Why is everyone looking at him like that for? Had he chosen the wrong path in life? Maybe he had. What should he do now? Are they going to hightail it and go back to Oriza? Maybe they were. Kali looking straight at him, he gulped. Oh, no, here it comes, they're all going to say, what a waste of time, they're out of here! No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. There's no way that's going to happen, right?

"You know, I thought so," Kali said, voice trailing a little. "So you want us to ask him some questions so I can make some test dummies?"

"You Oriza scum sure catch on fast!" Dove exclaimed. "So, hop to it!"

"Simmer down for a moment," Malati said, hands up in the air. "Siorc, are you sure you want to get your self into a whole lotta trouble like this? You ain't gotta bend your knee if you don't gotta."

[I'm sorry, but this is the only way. I have to fight the Gods and get this redo. Perhaps, if I do, maybe something will change! I know I have what it takes to fight them. Not as I am now, but after I get some training out of the way, I feel like I might be able to take them on and get a redo!] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"If ya say so, but I reckon you're in for a bad time if ya go through with this," Malati responded. "Aight, in that case, we gotta few questions or ya if that's aight with ya."

[That's fine with me, go ahead.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Sheesh, when you guys said emergency, I thought you meant a swarm of vermin was going to come or something!" Iomra shouted. "Well, I do suppose this is an emergency in its own right." He then sighed. "Where do you want us to interrogate him?"

Dove pointing off towards a strange room in the back of the dance studio, the bun gulped. Is it just him, or did something about that area in the back feel kind of off? Should he maybe turn around? That might be for the best. Party of four hopping off towards parts unknown, a million questions raced through the bun's mind all at once.

What kind of questions do they plan to ask him? He doesn't know what might be about to come his way, but needs to prepare himself for anything and everything.