~The scene is a vast field of summer vegetables in rows. Golem finishes watering the last one and stands up, tired, wiping the sweat from his brow. As he looks around, crows are soaring around wantonly, pecking corn and sitting on the shoulders of his tattered old-fashioned scarecrow~
Golem: Maaan.
Narrator: Golem, your scarecrow's
pathetic.
Golem:
Narrator: This land is YOUR LAND.
~Golem drags his tattered scarecrow into his shed, throws it down on a workbench and gets out some tools~
Narrator: They're using your farm like it's a free buffet, well
nothing in life is free!
~Golem adds on mechanical limbs, sensors, flame throwers, and other nasty weapons. Hours later, a shambling mechanical robot scarecrow lumbers out of the shed. A crow sitting on a nearby fence is vaporized with a laser~
Narrator: And why stop at crows, Golem?
~The robo-scarecrow clanks through the fields, belching fire and lasers and various varmints go scrambling out in droves~
Narrator: Foxes. Rabbits.
~We see Luiigii sitting in a field in tattered clothes, covered in chin whiskers, eating beans out of a can over a campfire~
Narrator:
...Hobos.
Luiigii:
~Golem, leaning on a fence, chugs an energy drink while in the distance, the robo-sentry destroys a hobo camp with missles, and the hobos flee the crops in terror. Chibi comes up out of the farmhouse, gives Golem a glass of iced tea and kisses him affectionately~
Narrator: Works like a farm, kicks like an OG. HARVEST GOERS!
GET TO IT!
~Cut to inside of Church, as the congregation sings to what sounds like Gangsta Rap~
As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain
But that's just perfect for a farmer like me
You know I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I'm milkin cows,
Jebadiah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows, fool
And I've been milkin' and plowing so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I'm a man of the land, I'm into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
And if you finish all of my chores, and you finish thine
Then tonight we're gonna party like it's 1999!
We've been spending most our lives
Living in a Harvest paradise
There's no time for sin and vice
Livin' in a Harvest paradise
It's hard work and sacrifice
Livin' in a Harvest paradise
But you'd probably think it bites
Livin' in a Harvest paradise
HARVEST GOERS '07: Ready Set Grow!
~Setting: Sunday morning. The whole village, more or less, fills the wooden pews inside the First Church of Harvest Goddess. The hymn ends and everyone takes their seats again. The Vicar resumes shaking the rafters with his sermon~
Vicar: And is it NOT written? "It is a sorry MAN who won't work to support himself?" It's no easy task, CLEARING your land, CULTIVATING your land. TILLING your land. TENDING to your crops, DAY in and DAY out. And then HARVESTING your crop. It's HARD WORK!
Chibi: *nodnod* It's so TRUE. It's nice to hear someone vindicate us! Isn't this nice, Golem?
Golem: Y'ssum.
Chibi: And over the Spring season, you've so adapted nicely to teh farming role.
~Camera cuts to Golem. He's dressed like the farmer in the American Gothic painting~
Noskin: Even being a non-farmer is hard, when you're the constable.
Thakrun: Or a viking dwarf!
EVIL Scientist Dude: Or a Mad Scientist!
Vicar: And that concludes my sermon for today. Let me also remind us all that Spring Month ends this week, which means it's time for our annual Spring Harvest Festival, which will feature contests of our finest crops, animals, anything ELSE you come up with...
~sends a glare at Director in the front pew~
Director: *snoooare*
Vicar: *grummle* ...as well as other games, socializing, the big dance, and all kinds of stuff like that there. So get out there, get that last Spring Harvesting done, and plan out what you're gonna do. Let's get ready to have a fun and SAFE Spring Festival! ADJOURNED!
Harvest Sprites: HOORAY FESTIVAL! *they go to the door but get trampled by all the larger humans charging for the door*
Luiigii: *steps down off the giant organ up above the alcove* And as the new avatar of the Harvest Goddess, I get to be extra important!
Vicar: Just don't do anything creepy, please.
Luiigii: I'm Harvest... Diety. I do what I want. *walks towards door and plans and grass sprout up through the floorboards wherever he walks*
Vicar: Ah well.
*looks politely over to the snoring Director, goes about tidying up, sweeping, and clashes two cymbals over his head loudly*