what is this.
[out in the field today, the wind is blowing soothingly across the cornfields, making it shift and wave in the breeze . . . and on that wind travels the faint hint of a song. Shalalalalala, it might go. My oh my.
Allow me to take you back to Christmas, where it could be said that the mood crab huddled with a sprig of mistletoe just for warmth, but one thing led to another . . . the plausibilities of animal-vegetable sex aside, a dark, terrible thing was born in the snow that night. Saddened by its absentee father and its dead, wilted mother, it grew angry. And it grew amorous. And it just grew.
And tonight, if you follow its' siren call into the fields . . . you may find it more of a mistletoe grove, in fact. If you battle the kissy, kissy elements into its lair, you will find this waiting for you:
The mistletoad has put on its lipstick. And it is ready to hit the town.]
((this is actually a mingle/mistletoe post because I've heard lots of people including myself saying they missed it this July but uh. Apparently I can't do anything normally. If you want to interact with the mistletoad directly, ping Rachel on IRC. Otherwise feel free to assume it is lurking in the background and making kissy face at you. 'Cause it is.))
Allow me to take you back to Christmas, where it could be said that the mood crab huddled with a sprig of mistletoe just for warmth, but one thing led to another . . . the plausibilities of animal-vegetable sex aside, a dark, terrible thing was born in the snow that night. Saddened by its absentee father and its dead, wilted mother, it grew angry. And it grew amorous. And it just grew.
And tonight, if you follow its' siren call into the fields . . . you may find it more of a mistletoe grove, in fact. If you battle the kissy, kissy elements into its lair, you will find this waiting for you:
The mistletoad has put on its lipstick. And it is ready to hit the town.]
((this is actually a mingle/mistletoe post because I've heard lots of people including myself saying they missed it this July but uh. Apparently I can't do anything normally. If you want to interact with the mistletoad directly, ping Rachel on IRC. Otherwise feel free to assume it is lurking in the background and making kissy face at you. 'Cause it is.))