Crancherine Now #TFT #AAFL-SnV 

Gravatar - by OdieDoodah, monday, 07:28

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Water/Vodka/PGA

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Col. Spertz, once our finest botanical geneticist, had disappeared deep into the jungle. His latest creation could overtake the world's vegetation within months. My orders - proceed upriver and "terminate his command".

By the time I reached the compound, the jungle was already losing. As I tied up the boat, a wild-eyed Photographer came crashing through the strange red-orange fruit trees, cameras bouncing against his chest. "Spertz? Crazy? Maaaahn, you don't understand! He's a GENIUS, maaaahn! He defeated time!" He waved for me to follow him to the compound.

We found Spertz in the ruined laboratory, kneeling beside a freshly planted seed. By the time he stood, it was a sapling. He stepped from the shadows, jungle light glinting off his shaven head. Behind him, the sapling flowered. "You've come a long way." He glanced at the growing tree. "Nature has one flaw. It's too slow." The tree was already heavy with fruit, he plucked one and held it out. "Taste it."

I took a bite. Bright and juicy, it had the citrus tingle of tangerine, the dark richness of black cherry and the tart astringency of cranberry - familiar, yet unlike any of them. Crancherine. Damn, it was good. My mind raced - Crancherine Candy, Crancherine Soda, Crancherine Cheesecake. "You see, maaaahn?" The Photographer grinned. "You see?" I did.

Then I looked back at the sapling. It was a full-grown tree. This wasn't a miracle. It was an invasion. I grabbed the Photographer and ran for the river. Once clear, I called in the airstrike. "Awwww, maaaahn... what are you doing?" We barely reached the boat before explosions rolled through the valley. The laboratory disappeared in fire. Then the orchards. We burned everything. Smoke drifted across the water.

"I love the smell of fruit in the morning . . . It smells like . . . victory."

The Photographer stared slack-jawed at the burning valley.
"Aww Maaaahn . . . the horror . . .the horror . . ."

Somewhere in the ruins, an old radio crackled to life . . .
♪ ♫ This is the end ♬ No more Cran ♪ cherines ♫ my friend . . . ♫ ♩ ♬

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