The Right Rev. sees that you've not graced the halls of the Church of Hempy. For shame!
No worries, the Right Rev. carries a virtual pulpit and pews. Settle for a moment... and listen to to a short sermon from on high.
Like you, I was once a heathen wandering in the forests. I was even worse. I once stuck my toes into the evil waters of active hydro.
Lo, they were sad times. Heat from the depths of Hell itself caused me no end of torment. Winged creatures descended upon my potential bounty and devoured it greatly. The Gods of Rot painted my crops with a wicked and smelly concoction. There were many forms of prayers and offerings, but no goodness ever shined upon his worship of the pump.
I returned to my original soil based worship. Some joy was delivered and some harvests were bountiful, but there were always nagging issues with my soil worship. It often supported various winged and non-winged plagues. Offerings made (nutrients) often had a result that was not expected. Speed seemed always to be less that what I wanted.
One day, another grower passed on the Bible of Hempy to him. He read... carefully, not really sure if to believe the words or not. Many aspects of the Hempy religion attracted him. He decided to give it a try... tho shifting religions can be a dicey proposition, so he maintained his soil worship while answering to the Hempy Godz as well.
Tead was a skeptic. As a horrible pessimist at heart, he was sure the new religion would not work. He was sure the bowels of Hell would open to devour his bounty. He was sure that the evil God of Rot would return. He was absolutely positive that it was going to be much more work that he was willing to undertake.
He was wrong... dead wrong and on every point.
He has found that he can collect a much larger bounty much more often and with less effort than his soil based worship.
He now basks in the Holy Light of Growing known as Hempy Pots.
The Right Rev. will now step from the pulpit.
No worries, the Right Rev. carries a virtual pulpit and pews. Settle for a moment... and listen to to a short sermon from on high.
Like you, I was once a heathen wandering in the forests. I was even worse. I once stuck my toes into the evil waters of active hydro.
Lo, they were sad times. Heat from the depths of Hell itself caused me no end of torment. Winged creatures descended upon my potential bounty and devoured it greatly. The Gods of Rot painted my crops with a wicked and smelly concoction. There were many forms of prayers and offerings, but no goodness ever shined upon his worship of the pump.
I returned to my original soil based worship. Some joy was delivered and some harvests were bountiful, but there were always nagging issues with my soil worship. It often supported various winged and non-winged plagues. Offerings made (nutrients) often had a result that was not expected. Speed seemed always to be less that what I wanted.
One day, another grower passed on the Bible of Hempy to him. He read... carefully, not really sure if to believe the words or not. Many aspects of the Hempy religion attracted him. He decided to give it a try... tho shifting religions can be a dicey proposition, so he maintained his soil worship while answering to the Hempy Godz as well.
Tead was a skeptic. As a horrible pessimist at heart, he was sure the new religion would not work. He was sure the bowels of Hell would open to devour his bounty. He was sure that the evil God of Rot would return. He was absolutely positive that it was going to be much more work that he was willing to undertake.
He was wrong... dead wrong and on every point.
He has found that he can collect a much larger bounty much more often and with less effort than his soil based worship.
He now basks in the Holy Light of Growing known as Hempy Pots.
The Right Rev. will now step from the pulpit.
