Hello my friends this is my first time in FarmPunk I hope you like it.
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I grew in Arkham's suburbs and I never knew my parents, from very young I got into the alcoholism and other vices that were my only company, at the end of a gray day, a type with blue eyes and a strange tattoo encouraged in His head, yes, these new tattooes that move with a projection species and some of they of them manage to issue sound in 8D.
His drawing man was seeming to be a Semitic deity, half and then fish that was moving between the waves of the sea. This man said to me that his name was Dong James pleaded of profession legal representative of my late paternal grandfather and that it did not know that it existed because I never knew to my family, but this left me as universal inheritor of a farm and a mysterious map where one finds this farm.
In that map it had to find a cornucopia and under such a cornucopia a strange object with a technology not known for the human being and that it should be guarded for some guardians, my grandfather was his last guardian and now it is my responsibility that this object is in my hands.
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Everything for my so rapid change and initially it was looking like a joke of evil I please. Dong showed me the last video of communication of my grandfather before dying making clear that it had to go to the farm, the truth is that in these days I had problems with the police, so I went with Dong to the place that I inherited in the suburbs of Boston, where the presence of the villagers was not completely friendly, none greeted me and more old of all Albert Robbin chewed tobacco and spat when it looked at me, Dong explained to me the importance of finding the place where the object was and with this strange map we walk on great part of the farm to come to the place where it was a plantation of red strange cranberries that had a green light in his leaves.
In the middle of the cranberries, we fell in one hidden basement that had rotten wood, the place was shining with the light of many insects bioluminiscentes that seemingly were modified genetically to have intelligence, for what on having felt our presence rapidly they us guided to the cornucopia where clearly it shone of many colors, an object of geometry and figure surprises in which he corresponded himself with a language not known for me.
Dong and I take it with our hands and instantaneously we had something similar to an astral projection in which we travel to a universe and unknown just time when a race of called strangers The Super Gods glided to break the ropes or particles of matter to deposit to our system HIS plans were to conquer the different galaxies of this universe, but the object of the advanced science with which they tried to break the ropes crossed our universe creating a small black hole wherefrom I escape only until I reach our planet and here it was protected by remote civilizations as the Babylonians now I am the last guardian.
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Although the projection sample stopped when the old farmer Albert Robbin hit Dong's head with a shovel to steal the technological object that seemed to be made with a strange emerald, when Albert was about to press the button that would release a powerful beam capable to open a black hole to give entrance to the Super-Gods. Dong woke up and threw him over the head a very hard apple that was in the cornucopia and killed him instantly.
After it, I remember that Dong took me to a way of transport with the aptitude to fly to the speed of the sound and the light that was handling a robot that my grandfather invented. We take the powerful object to protect it in a secret temple of the Himalayas, where Dong, the robot, a priestess and I would deal with the object.
But it was not anything nice in the system of navigation, for what the robot prepared to solve the technical problem delaying approximately half an hour, the truth is that between the delay I began to see flushed torches and it was evident that the places wanted to kill us this night. But the robot managed to solve the technical problem and we rise to the ship that alone in a fraction of second divided all our molecular particles to transport ourselves to the temple where the beautiful priestess received us to take care of the destination of the universe. Up to our death.
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