A PARTICULAR HARVEST- CHAPTER 1 (MYTH-BASED NOVELLA ON NORSIDIS' PUMPKIN EVENTS)
Traveling back to 1849, I was able to get my hands on a copy of A Particular Harvest, a novella that sold over one thousand hard copies in its first publication. This number pales in comparison with future numbers but was wholly impressive in the 19th century.
In reading this first chapter in particular we can confidently conclude that this was somehow based upon the future events of Norsidis' pumpkins. The agency has researched the origins of the author's ideas. It seems that a report from the agency found itself in grassland in the middle United Kingdom sometime in the early 19th century. From here, it seems the author or someone close to him had read the report on Norsidis. A particular harvest seems to be a dramatized version of these notes.
See the first chapter below
Chapter i
1813- Twas only sixteen months prior that the men in the gentlemen's club did serve me my challenge. A less disagreeable man might command respect without such callous action. See, I am not such a pious man. See, I am the type to take on a petty aimless wager. Much to my infinite regrets still presently.
My high position at the palace of Botanics created opportunities. In controlling the inner workings, I was able to quickly take control at the root and ground vegetable conservatories that house the pumpkins where I focused my energies. A curious soul such as those who read these well-placed words may need the justifications for my focus on pumpkins. For this, I aim for you to remember the wager. The gentlemen's club wager for growth. Which was a simple one. I needed to grow a pumpkin so large it could be ventured into. A great size to house a whole man.
At first, this challenge seemed like one of luck and time. To grow a pumpkin such a size would need its own dedicated patch. A great number of crop knowledge which I possessed in bucket loads. Finally, I needed to focus on October, the scarier time of the year when we all faced winter whatever position and class we find ourselves in.
Then, when each pumpkin died or didn't grow and the months passed me by like life in the throws of darkness, I grew myself. Not like a pumpkin growing more magnificent or larger, but more desperate. That's when I made that ultimate mistake that lead to the most unfortunate harvest of living pumpkins. Monsters, grown by these hands and to blame of only one man. I was the man who created the pumpkins that ended society.
Note: Written on YourPaper, a new invention for the 2040s that allows a person to be sent correspondence and writings like this letter from Barnabus Koje to the leader of the Agency Of Stories, Therince Thunbrigg.
With a unique YourTap, like the gold one shown in this image you are able to share potentially sensitive or secret messages. Without your YourTap, it's just another piece of empty paper. With it, you can talk discreetly with the world.
Three leaflets originating from the advanced Homo Aqua society of (redacted). Examples from three different periods of the museum. Museum opened in the year 1,450,340AD.
FIRST SHOWS RIPS AND SCRAWLED WARNINGS. WITH LANGUAGES UNKNOWN WRITTEN IN RED. THERE MAY BE BLOOD.
THE SECOND DEFINITELY HAS BLOOD, FROM A LATER STAGE OF SOME KIND OF HAPPENING AT THE MUSEUM, POSSIBLY THE (REDACTED). IT APPEARS THE WORDS HELP US OR HELP ME OR SOME KIND OF VARIATION ARE SCRAWLED HASTILY IN BLOOD. A CALL TO HELP, PERSONS UNKNOWN.
THE THIRD IS FROM BEFORE THE EVENTS THAT HAPPENED. SEEMINGLY ANNOTATED BY ONE OF THE CULTISH RELIGIOUS SECTS WHO HAS ANNOTATED THE FRONT WITH WATER SYMBOLS AND THE PHRASE ‘IN THE WATER, WE THRIVE’, A FAMOUS SAYING FROM THE CULT LEADER AXOTOTYL EMERY.
