greatATTACKshark
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A humble man has worked on his seemingly innocuous farm in the heart of Kansas, for countless years. Though technically no longer in his prime he’s still a mountain of a man, with enough muscle to send a grizzly running. And if you ask him his secret he’d give you a smile and say “Hard work and cigars.” but what he won’t tell you is that he has been around a lot longer than anyone realizes. Not only that but the hard work he mentions has nothing to do with farming but from protecting the farm from “pests”. With an ancient demon in his corn field, a werewolf in his shed, and a nest of spiders the size of pumpkins under his porch, its a miracle he gets any farming done. Not to mention the nightly portals to hellish dimensions and the their residents. But, for him it’s all in a day’s work, at least that is until winter arrives.
I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now, and knowing i’ll nev get to it i’ll see what people can do with it
I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a while now, and knowing i’ll nev get to it i’ll see what people can do with it
