Before his death, my grandfather gave me the farm and left a message:
"Don't trust anyone who knocks on your door at night. Don't eat anything that grows under the moonlight. Don't call anyone's name in the mine."
I thought he was old and confused.
Until I discovered that the blacksmith in the village had a mouth under his gloves, the grocery store proprietress only opened the door on the night of the full moon, and the "rent" collected by the wandering merchants was the crops I grew - crops with eyes.
Here, you have two choices: become a tenant, or become a fertilizer.
I chose the third path: plant the craziest fields, raise the oldest evil god, and turn the entire town into my "community center".
