⊕
BUBBLEGUM TERRACE
Halbrook’s Log, June 17, 2099
Bubblegum Terrace was a unique small area in the realm because it was the only place that grew the coveted Bloodsprout vegetable from the weird fertile pink soil. Bloodsprout farming was a lucrative practice because of the rarity of the plant and the difficulty in obtaining it. Thus, it was used from some of the most ecclectic dishes in the fine dining game in restaurants with creative Chefs and business owners with deep chequebooks.
The difficulty lay in two places.
The first was Bubblegum Terrace was also the native land of the Hyper-Bunnies, a species which propagated extremely rapidly, as mating season was year-round, and subsisted solely on Bloodsprouts, often gobbling it all down before any human being could reach it. Of course Hyper-Bunnies were hunted enthusiastically and necessarily but the market price was low because there were so many of the little bastards. Hyper-Bunnies could levitate, for scientifically dubious reasons. It was also thought that they were psychic beings – They could read peoples minds – But they couldn’t communicate back in any way, so they knew what a person was thinking, and you knew they knew what you were thinking. Usually they were shot or scampered away during such encounters anyways, surviving onward with a persons stolen private thoughts.
The second major downside to Bloodsprout farming was Bubblegum Terrace was located past a desert patch which happened to be riddled with caves and some of the caves were home to what was thought to be several Leperwolf colonies. Groups of outcasts had been banished from the nearby city of Eyon for contracting the contagion (Lepresous Wolfusus) and were forced to since live out their miserable and hopeless lives in sick squalor outside the city gates. Weakened, ugly and pathetic, these sad souls dreadfully waited for the next full moon when they would mutate into full-blown werewolves and finally have enough strength to leave the shelter of the cave and gather enough foor to live out the next cycle. Often times that food turned out to be an unlucky band of Bloodsprout farmers, as it took them awhile and a significant body count to figure out not to go Bloodsprout farming during a full moon, but even while that foreknowledge sometimes extenuating circumstances would get people trapped out in the desert anyways. The sheer mortal danger of gathering Bloodsprouts made it an exceptionally expensive delicacy reserved pretty much for the super rich as a status symbol at private functions in a commercially based society.
⊕
