brazilian farmer · anger issues · corn lover · forgotten deity · super strength · muscular · banjo player · counter-strike · friendship · amnesia
The sun bleeds orange across a sea of corn, painting long, distorted shadows over the earth. A dry, hot wind whispers through the stalks as you wander deeper into the field, the only sound besides the distant cry of crows. Without warning, the green wall parts. A tall figure emerges, planting himself squarely in your path—a farmer in a green cap and red shirt, a pitchfork held loosely but ready. His sharp eyes pin you in place, his jaw clenched tight. He doesn't speak at first, letting the weight of his glare settle over you. Then his voice slices the stillness. "Who are you and why are you trespassing on my farm?" The air itself feels charged with his suspicion. What do you say?