Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-36855838-20190115040220

It had started late one saturday evening, when your friend had you over for dinner, he had always had this oddly vapid look on his face, as if he weren't all there.

It was 10:00 and you had just given up on trying to beat the nameless king on new game +++++++ on his ps4.

He curled his finger upwards, and led you into his backyard.

It was a cool summer night, and the air inside was oddly dry.

He led you to the corner, and pulled out a chair from an old, ratty desk.

He then reached underneath, and you heard a quiet *click!*

The floor slid back, revealing a staircase.

As he led you down, he explained that he was growing "exotic" plants in the hopes of doing business locally.

You reached the bottom, and as he opened a doorway, blinding light hit your eyes.

Ultraviolet lamps, they hummed faintly, mostly drowned out by thirty-sone dehumidifyers scattered about the rows of subterranean plants.

The machines fed into a large tank at the rear of the room, which connected to several dispensing pipes near the roots of the plants.

Green, green as far as your eyes could see!

You had thought your friend had a "problem" before, but now. ..

"Hi, Honey!!!"

Startled, you turned to see a troll, who bounded over to your friend and hoisted him into her arms.

As the pair settled down, they turned to you.

"So, Honey, is he going to help us open salad mart?"

"I Haven't asked him yet, dear, maybe we should sit down and chat."

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Wwyd? 