Hello everyone and welcome to another month of theories!
Last month’s prompt concerned why Ness had such a strange reaction to the cake. What’s in that stuff? Well I got some interesting responses that ranged from drugs to actual psi in the cake. They were all interesting but there can only be one winner.
The victory goes to NintendoPixel with her theory about the sailor being an addict and using the navy, voyages, etc to get away from his addiction. This didn’t work out and leads to some accidents. I recommend you all read the rest of the story. I really enjoyed it.
NintendoPixelHe was an addict, and he was scum. He knew that. And he had tried to stop—really, he had—but its hold was strong. Stronger than he.
He joined the navy in hopes that military correction might kick the habit, but the withdrawals nearly tore him apart. He abhorred life high and he abhorred life clean. He knew full and well he could get in trouble every time he locked that cabin door and pulled out that little pouch of magic. He knew it, and yet he did it. Even when they made him captain. He just didn’t know if he cared anymore.
When he married, he was happy—so happy—to find that, in the wake of the excitement, his addiction had lessened. It hadn’t diminished entirely (he doubted it ever would), but it certainly was a thrilling sense of liberation he had felt. But as life returned to its perfunctory ways, he loved less, and he craved more. It was the drugs that gave him solace—solace for the unforgiving world he lived in.
He kept it from her, the drugs. He kept it all, a large reserve, and contained it in a clear, plastic sack weighing nearly five pounds that he hid in the deepest corner of the laundry room pantry. He was giddy; its location was obvious—almost painfully obvious—but the likelihood that it would ever be found was laughably small.
His wife was sorry to see him struggle. Of course, the secret of his addiction was kept with him alone. She often wondered about the bags that cradled his eyes, why he walked as if his life had left him, why he loved her no longer. It was with tears that she always concluded that she wasn’t good enough to him.
To remedy this issue, she baked him cakes—and what splendid cakes they were—every Saturday, unless, of course, he was voyaging, in which case she took those cakes to the beach (they, of course, lived by the ocean) to sell. She baked them with all the love and tenderness her tired hands and heavy heart could pour into those little cakes. Frequently, she would worry that he’d think her baking an act of obligation, and she hoped he didn’t. But it concerned her how little pleasure he expressed in eating her cakes. It was always as if he prefered something different—something stronger.
On a particular Saturday, when her husband was at sea, and when her sights were set on a day at the beach, as she gathered the eggs, the sugar, and the vanilla extract, she marveled at herself how she possibly could have forgotten to pick up more flour at the store just the day before. She had nearly enough, but prefered just a lick more, or she would have to amend the recipe. It wouldn’t do to leave the house right then, for the baby would be all alone, so she searched the laundry room pantry, hoping she may have stashed an extra sack in there.
It took some rummaging, but her fingertips eventually brushed against a surface that made a dull crinkle. She poked her head in the closet to examine the source. And there it was, a plastic sack of white flour! She reached for it triumphantly.
Back into the kitchen she marched with that little sack flour, happy as could be. She poured into her small mixing bowl all of the proper ingredients, measuring out her old sack of flour, and subsequently, measuring out her new. She would need only a little bit…
Her cakes were done. She felt that, in this batch, something had gone particularly right. She almost felt they might even be magical. But she laughed at the notion as she dressed herself and her baby. She laughed even still as she gently wrapped the cakes and stored them in her little woven basket. And she laughed all the walk toward the shore, a baby and a basket in her arms, never even guessing that the notion had been true.
I also suggest that you all look at everyone else’s theories as well. They are good reads
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This month we are gonna take a look at one of Earthbound’s cutest and strangest creatures.
In Earthbound there are many enemies to battle on your way to defeating Giygas. Many of these enemies give Ness and his friends trouble. But not all put up much of a fight, in comes the Fobby and Foppy. Two small, weak, and cute lil guys. They don’t really show up all too much and are a quick kill. They are very abundant. Usually showing up in droves of 3 or more. Where are they all coming from? We never learn about the origins of these things. Are they just slaves of Giygas or is there more than meets the eye? Maybe they have their own village ala Saturn Valley? Are they some sort of genetic mutation? Devise a theory about how the Fobby and Foppy came to be. You can make this as silly or as serious as you want. Just make sure to stay on topic!
This prompt is due on March 30th at 11:59 PM EST! I can’t wait to see all your Fobulous entries!