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“..............”

“.....?! No way...– Okay, okay, I get it. I’m definitely just losing my mind here after that horribly science fictiony introduction video into the city. There’s not a chance that I’m actually seeing an alien right now!”

Not to mention they were enormous compared to the baker who barely stood at 5′4″.

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@promosis

      It wasn’t that ZZ necessarily missed being home--- okay, well. He kind of did. He missed his little section of the desert and how the people in the nearby town started stories of this scary snake beast who killed people that came near. They were kind of true-- He was a vicious snake. But he was stuck in this place, all alone (not that he had friends back home) and lacking his venom. He didn’t know how that was possible, but it was.

      The stories of the snake seemed frightening, and yet. Here he was, hanging from a tree upside down near the food area, with some fruit stuck to his claws (toy claws, unfortunately...) He didn’t seem very scary. If only they could see him now. Currently, though his attention was on filling his belly, some people would tend to catch his eyes, thin pupils staring down a rather tall... Alien? Those weren’t real! “... What’s that ya got?” His question was out of the blue, upside down as his tongue flicks out, trying to smell what the stranger was holding. 

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@promosis It was on the streets that Sikke heard a few people start to laugh. His ears were sensitive to it, after he’d become the joke of his city. Yet these people couldn’t be laughing at him, could they? He wasn’t known in this town for his mistakes, and there were many people who looked just as freakish as he. And then one of the group members pointed directly at him. Sikke felt his second horn itch, dying to raise in his agitation. He’d teach them that teasing him was a bad idea. He unhooked his wing arms from resting on his shoulders, and smashed them into the ground with a crash. They weren’t strong enough to actually up-heave the earth anymore, but Sikke was glad to see they at least retained average strength. “Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!” He yelled, and the group gave him odd looks before sauntering away--at their own pace. Sikke fought the urge to throw something at them. It was only when the young adult turned around, that he saw a form that made even his jaw drop. It was huge! It didn’t even have any hair. And those hands... and those eyes... it was weird. It suddenly dawned on Sikke that perhaps the group wasn’t pointing at him--they were pointing at the tall figure all along. Sikke chose to approach the figure, feeling a little anxious(the being could probably squash him like a bug), but not wanting to judge. “Do people normally do that? Point you out and laugh?”

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Shiitake Rush

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The prize is plentiful they say. A gold mountain perhaps. They say they want to keep it a secret.

The story grows they sprouted all in sudden in large numbers like never seen before. Shiitakes of many sizes. Ogata can barely stand the smell. He’s all geared up, uniform, grandma boots, scarf and two baskets. Opponents seem to vary in appearances but save for couple of (literal) bears it seems they’re grandmothers. It’s tough for Ogata, he admits it.

Never had he thought he’d see a potential contestor of previous year’s master, 3 meter tall grandmother carrying a bazooka (they say it shoots pineapples) within the rows.

“ They say it’ll be a bloodbath this year... “ Ogata says.

“ ...do you want to team up? “