Behold our Eyes and Ears

Our Famine

Joshua stands before his bounty of crops.

He wipes the sweat off his brow and admires his work. He looks over and see his potato's, his sweet, delicate, delicious potato's. Unfortunatly, they are becoming neither sweet nor delicious as they were rotting away before his very eyes. Joshua panicked and ran to tend them, hoping to save what little he has left. He can't bear the thought of losing his potato's, not after everything they have been through together.

After what seemed to be hours of worry and fear, Joshuas labour beared fruit. He has so much desire for his potatos to grow, become the most sucessful crop in his farm it became ritual early in morn for him to appreciate said wonerful vegetable more than the rest of his neglected foods. Despite constant watch, he failed to realize that one in particular show signs of difference. One that shows heavy signs of life. Though, Joshua is too much of a moron to catch glimps of such disturbance.

Potato-chan cries for help. "J-J-J-J-J-joshwuaaaaa!!!!" Joshua spins his head around to the sound of distress. He sprints over carrots, over beetroots, and over watermlons to his one true love, potato-chan. Joshua reaches his hands to potato-chan. They stare longingly into eachothers eyes. Breathing eachothers air Slowly, they each inch towards eachother, foreheads touching. Fealing each individual hair folical  eyes fluttering closed as their lips make impact. The earthy smell, rough skin, and his favourite, the dirty taste of potato-chan fill his mind with increadibly non0mentionable actions. They devour eachother, tounges fighting for dominance, wet sloppy sounds echo between the mountains which presence near. 

Arms entangle, fingers entertwined in locks of hair, body and potato against eachother sharing heat and disease. Loshua opens his eyes to take a look at potato-chans state. He enjoys what is revealed. Potato-chan is sweating, blushing in almost every possible place, seeming to really enjoy this frivoulous activity. If only the seeds were to see them now, how they woudlve chastized both and shame for such relationships between farmer and crop. Howevermore that didnt matter in the moment they were sharing. All that mattered was their precense and enamouration the two toss. 

Then potato-chan goes quiet. A gulp is heard and tears splash againts the rocks below. The impertinance he has caused. Potato-chan, was no more. All left was the dirty scattered about joshuas hands and mouth. 

Koshua lays in his bed, mourning his beloved, ignoring the raiding of his once adored crops, his potatos. No longer having the energy, the will to continue, he logs out of his mincraft world, and deletes it.

All beautiful things must come to an end.

This is a joke. I always enjoyed crackfics since you can never guess what will happen next. Moreover this is based on true event on a minecraft server of a friend. He expressed distress on losing his potato farm and always acted hostile towards other when they stay near. This was to poke fun at him. A wonderful executed attempt at humour I must admit.