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[wearys]

sup.
that was a rhetorical sup this is just one of those "hey fellow underwater base people, I found x" posts.
this is magnus chase, cousin to the chick who keeps organizing the base.

so anyway I got some seeds from the aurora. (sidenote: why doesn't the base have a real name besides "the base"?)
wheat, corn, some spices, coconut, mint, olives, onions, garlic, jalapenos, rice, blueberries, sweet potatoes, and peas.
the planet is mocking me by giving me peas when I was looking for chickpeas.
so just a psa that the planet hates us. bye.

Comments

[gnasher]

try the black beans too before you swear vengeance on me and my entire clan.

[wearys]

I'll consider it, but no promises. I take my critera for vengeance very seriously.

[gnasher]

how seriously? guns drawn at high noon? two swords crossing at midnight? what are we talking, here?

[wearys]

two swords crossing at midnight, probably. since I have a sword but not a gun.

or maybe give you a kitten let you fall in love with it then sneak into your house and punch you in the face. very serious.

[gnasher]

i feel like your second plan is a little convoluted. we'll workshop it.

also somebody already gave me a cat out of nowhere, does this mean they're pissed at me or about to punch me in the face? i never knew.