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| Farmer applies for a Job | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 3 2015, 12:45 AM (434 Views) | |
| Farmer | Feb 3 2015, 12:45 AM Post #1 |
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The farmer was sitting in a reception room. The room had white walls with brown tip linings. The furniture was predominantly made out of wood. Off the reception room was a hallway with chairs lined up against the wall. In one of these chairs sat the farmer. He wasn't special, he didn't have super powers or anything like that but he did have a good work ethic. He was here to apply and pitch a new farming idea to the leader of this place. The farmer waited and waited twiddling his dumpy thumbs waiting for him to be called in. Eventually the receptionist called his name and the farmer got up and made his way to the room. He lifted up his hat and tipped it to the receptionist. "Thank you Maam" he said as he walked into the reception office ready to talk to whoever was in there. |
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| Bel Zephyra | Feb 3 2015, 09:44 AM Post #2 |
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![]() "Oh Gatz! This will be the right step forward for the city. If we have healthy food for our people, they will want to stay around. We won't need to depend on other food sources. Please, talk to him. He seems like a reliable farmer. I promise he won't cause trouble." The Ox Princess tried not to laugh at the predicament she placed her impatient husband in. Ever since she traveled to the outskirts of the city, she was amazed by one of the farmer's abilities to grow plentiful food. He was an ordinary farmer, but a good one at that. With a hand on her enlarged abdomen from being 7 months pregnant, she waited patiently for Bonnie to return with the the farmer. WC: 136 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Feb 3 2015, 09:58 AM.
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| Gatz | Feb 3 2015, 09:55 AM Post #3 |
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![]() The Great Android Terror sat in his office and in his leather chair. Listening to his wife's reasoning for inviting a stupid farmer, he was convinced to give it a chance. His city having its food source and not depending on exports on other areas made it self efficient. It was a smart move and thankfully his girl convinced him not to snap the farmer's neck. He was all about business and profits. The farmer might not be as useless as the terror originally thought. "Bring his ass in here." The Android Terror called out from inside the office. He expected it to be done immediately. Waiting to see the farmer, he nudged his head so that Chi stayed behind the chair just in case the freak was one of those redneck freaks to come in guns blazing. Preparing just in case, the terror set his shotgun on the desk as a warning. The farmer walked in looking confused and hesitant. The terror pointed at an empty chair in his office. "Sit" He demanded with a chilling tone. WC: 190 |
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| Farmer | Feb 10 2015, 05:58 AM Post #4 |
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The farmer waddled over to the chair and sat his ordinary ass down in the chair. He looked around the room nervously. The place seemed kind of cold and unwelcoming. Gatz himself seemed even less welcoming seeming to take himself very seriously. The farmer though tried to ignore his demeanour and do his best to act like the guy wasn't crazy. "So. . . nice place you got here? I particularly like the. . . walls?" the farmer blurted out not sure what else to say. "I mean, well sir, I hear you were trying to build some sort of society and I just thought I would drop by and say that your best off not killing me because I can provide a valuable service to the community." The farmer began to gain more confidence as he leant forward in his chair and took his hat of clenching in in his hands as he talked. "You see Sir, folk need to eat and most folk need to eat food. A lot of you all take food for granted but food doesn't just grow on trees, well bad example. what I meant to say is food does grow on trees but someone needs to plant the seed to that tree, someone needs to pick the fruit off that tree. Someone needs to look after the soil, plow the fields, feed the cattle, milk the cows. Now I know a lot of you fancy pants folk are too busy with the fighting and the conquering hoo-har. However someone needs to feed the people and I believe I would be a good candidate to organize the farms and help provide a little bit of food to this so called utopia you are trying to set up." The farmer then started to overstate himself a little as he said "You know a lot of you conquering folk think its all sunshine and rainbows and bad-ass-ery conquering and ruling but its Not!" Upon saying the word 'Not!' the farmer slammed down his fist on the arm of his chair as he continued speaking. "It also involves sound policy and hard work and elbow grease. Supporting the local farming community, managing logistics of important and exporting of goods, setting up the transport network, not to mention the power grid and the plumbing, then there's trash collection and sanitations, possibly building codes too. . . In fact its quite a lot of work. Personally given the choice between being a movie star or a ruler I'd be a movie star. However the deck of cards I was dealt didn't give me the gifts to do whatever I wanted but what I do know is farming and I can say without a shadow of a doubt I can help aid this place with a solid farming foundation and contribute crops and food to this place.' The farmer paused for a moment realizing he had talked for quite a while and was a little scared knowing who he was talking to as he nervously added one last part before listening to Gatz's reply. ''And that is why you should keep me alive and farming foods to give you." |
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| Bel Zephyra | Feb 10 2015, 09:32 AM Post #5 |
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A welcome smile spread across her lips when the farmer they awaited entered into the room. At first glance, she could tell the farmer was nervous. For this reason, she flashed him a smile to help him ease into the situation. It wasn't easy. She knew this herself. Before she lived in the city, was a village kingdom girl. She knew the importance of crops and good food because in her village, there were farmers who supplied it for her father as well as the village people. She understood the farmer's nervousness. The enormous city was no doubt frightening for someone who did not venture into the city often.![]() "Thank you for coming." She spoke before her husband did. Her head bowed respectfully to the farmer to further calm his nerves that she sensed were present. The farmer went straight to business conversation and likely because he was eager to please her husband. He explained in detail exactly what she knew as far as how important farming was to an economy. While she was not knowledgeable about how governments ran because her father was a sole leader, she knew that food was a necessity they could not afford to play around with. She was fascinated by how knowledgeable the farmer was on growing crops. A child-like awe appeared on her face and even giggled quietly when the farmer mentioned he would have preferred to be a movie star. He was quite the character. Her hand rested on her husband's shoulder to keep him from intimidating while at the same time easing him into the negotiation. She liked this farmer and hoped her husband agreed because she imagined his food being natural, fresh tasting. Since her husband believed in the best, there was no better than having their surplus of food that was free of contaminants. WC: 325 TWC: |
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| Gatz | Feb 10 2015, 10:00 AM Post #6 |
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![]() The first shit the farmer talked about were the walls. Gatz contemplated blowing the pitch fork freak there and then until he got into the business the terror called him to Gatz's Haven for. He talked about the quality of the food, farming, and other business related jargon. The redneck didn't sound as useless as he looked. Listening to his list of reasons why he should be kept alive, the terror looked on like he was stoned. The terror didn't need to eat to survive, but looking out for his girl and his offspring he wanted the best crops money could buy for them to eat. He was making his haven a haven meaning it didn't need outside interference to survive. Gatz heard his wife giggle behind him he smirked. Hearing her warm giggle after the joke about being a movie star rather than a ruler, the terror didn't agree with him on that because there was nothing better than being the fucking king. It was in the ultimate beast's nature to dominate, conquer, beat, and repeat. He leaned back in his chair as his girl's hand eased him into a more relaxed mood. The farmer had a set of balls on him. He had more balls than most freaks that came into his office and always never ended up walking out. He shook his head slightly at the farmer because the freak got his girl to smile and doing that was a bonus. ![]() Hearing him finish, he rested his thick forearms onto the desk. His glare remaining menacing he told a joke to get the business underway. "You leave the ruling to me Tom Hanks." His sneered mockingly. "Luckily, my girl here likes you so I am willing to do business. I want to get a food source that is exclusive to Gatz Haven so my wife and the people here can get fresh food that ain't tampered with. I don't give two fucks about how you get crops grown as long as it isn't the gmo'd bullshit they try selling in today's markets basically human poison, but hell who cares about them right? See I don't give a flying rats ass about the outside world. What I care about is if MY investments are useful. The quality has to be better than the rest." Reaching into his coat, he tossed his check onto the desk and pulled out a pen. "I'm telling you now. I'm impossible to please because I expect the best. If it aint the best, then I do what I do best..terrorize and destroy. I get rid of the trash. You know about getting rid of the trash am I right? You toss away the rotting crops that aren't doing anythin and only pick out the best so here is what I am willing to trade in return for your crops." He got down to it. "For your services, I can offer you a steady flow of money and protection. Anybody fucks with your crops they deal with me." He threatened with his glare right on the farmer as he said it too making sure the farmer knew what he'd be passing if he declined the offer. WC: 563 TWC: 753 Edited by Gatz, Feb 10 2015, 10:01 AM.
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| Farmer | Feb 11 2015, 06:01 AM Post #7 |
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It was a strange dynamic between Chi Chi and Gatz the farmer thought to himself however the farmer was never one to judge. He was a simple man with simple ambitions. If he could maintain the crops and organize a simple farm he didn't really mind what else was happening in the world. The farmer was also quite concerned about promising the best, the farmer didn't like to overstate anything. He personally didn't believe in best or worst but rather sufficient. He just nodded his head quietly as Gatz spoke not to upset him. Gatz finally mentioned offering money and protection in exchange for the services. Protection might actually be something worth getting. After all in the past there had been those that had blown up his crops in fights and shot laser beams out of their hands that missed the target but destroyed innocent land that potentially had farms on them. The more the farmer thought about it the more relaxed and happier he became with the arrangement. "You will not be disappointed sir. I will produce food and supply them to your civilisation as you request.' The farmer wanted to get up and leave but didn't want to come across like he was controlling the conversation. He instead waited to see if Gatz had finished talking to him or if there was anything else he wanted to say. He started looking at the ground avoiding eye contact as his nerves began to return as he awaited Gatz's reply. |
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| Bel Zephyra | Feb 11 2015, 08:25 AM Post #8 |
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A smile remained on her face. She was pleased to see her husband wanted to hire the farmer and use him as a permanent means for food. The farmer, despite oblivious to most of the world's problems, managed to take his work seriously. It was admirable. Her husband offered protection for food. She felt like this was a fair trade. With the monsters that lurked in the area, the farmer could use protection to keep those precious crops from being destroyed. Her hand remained on her husband's shoulder. She then remembered one more request she wanted her husband to ask the farmer. Her lips lowered to Gatz's ear. She whispered into his ear. {Gatz...can you ask him if he raises horses? I want to take our daughter to see horses and this man seems nice. } The Ox Princess was well aware that there were farmers who raised horses. WC: 163 TWC: 624 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Feb 11 2015, 08:26 AM.
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| Gatz | Feb 11 2015, 08:32 AM Post #9 |
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"Good." Gatz slid a form to the farmer after he agreed. There was a contract he'd have to sign before his over all wearing ass could leave. Signing the check, he slid it alongside the paper so the freak would think twice about changing his mind. "Just sign on the line and it's official." The money was generous so he was expecting the farmer to keep his word or else he'd demonstrate why they called him the android terror. His girl whispered into his ear and what she asked for got him looking at her with discontent. "What!? ..." Snarling his frustration, he went to asking the stupid question to keep her happy. "My girl wants to know if you raise horses on your farm." He didn't go into details as to why she asked. It was none of the farmer's business to know. WC: 151 TWC: 904 |
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| Farmer | Feb 12 2015, 07:11 AM Post #10 |
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The farmer picked up the contract that Gatz slid over to him and prepared to sign it. He didn't even bother reading it, as if the farmer was in such a position to argue about anything. He took a pen out of his pocket and started writing the first letter of his name. This normally wouldn't be such a big deal but the farmer didn't require to print or speak his real name very often as he was usually just referred to as 'Farmer'. So there he was, about to write and reveal his true name in the form of a signature on the contract when all of a sudden he heard Gatz's voice startle him by asking "My girl wants to know if you raise horses on your farm." The farmer was in the middle of writing the first letter in his name 'S' when Gatz spoke and the startled farmer nervously dropped his pen upon hearing Gatz speak. "Umm no, not really. I more grow corn and stuff of that nature. I don't have any horses, I more get around on a tractor for transport, its more reliable and don't have to shoot it when a tire goes flat.' The farmer felt didn't want to disappoint Gatz so he quickly scrambled to offer something else. 'But. . . I do raise Ostriches though. Ostriches are pretty neat. . . right? . . . right?' The farmer then went dead quiet as a tumbleweed rolled by. How a tumbleweed found its way into an office building bamboozled the farmer who was now on his hands and knees searching for the pen to finish signing his name on the contract. |
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