A small farmhouse sat in southern Bulldrekia, something evil stirred in the cornfields to the east, as cow and horse pastures stretched to the North west, their boundaries defined by the crystaline waters of the Thousand Battles River.
It would be blisteringly hot out, were it not for the summer breeze, and under the shade of the house's screened-in front porch the temperature dropped almost to 'tolerable'; as the summer heat drove even the Evils Within The Cornfield to take it easy today.
Under that roof sat Moto42, idling in a rocking chair as he lazily turned another page of his paperback...
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Bulldrekers on a farm. I just wanted to see how this would turn out.