TFTC: The Purple Lemonade Cult

Greetings Ganga growers and people who just like to peep in through the window at us lucky, sexy, amazing, courageous and heroic gardeners. We are back once again with our presentation in partnership with Mars Hydro, I hope you are all ready for another installment from our “Tales from the Closet: The Purple Lemonade Cult”. Will we find out the mystery behind Bondage Barbara's plant, we will just have to watch and see, so without further ado let's get on with the show. It has been a long time, a long time since I told you what was going on, so much has happened and as of yet my mind struggles to comprehend my reality, there is this feeling, it is like when you dream about driving a vehicle, it started as a bit of fun to just press the power, then to push it further to go faster, but for some reason you keep pushing until you hit max speed. So here I am, at max speed, with the world whizzing dizzily past me as I hurtle towards an unforeseen destination, like in the dream you push the break, but it feels like nothing happens and instead, you just keep turning one way then another to avoid obstacles, all the while harboring regret for pushing the button. But then, your mind changes and everything changes with it… Come friend, let us talk of the Purple Lemonade Club and how it became what it is. In those early weeks terror was just a word, fear and paranoia a feeling you felt familiar with, but not intimate as I am now. It was when Bendy Wendy was tending to the plant and working her magic, she was trying to soften the stem to give it more of a lateral even canopy, but then one of the club goers: whilst intoxicated with revelry and libations fell into her, there was a snap, a snapping noise that came from the plant and the entire club went quiet. Many of what I thought was regular patrons began walking over, I noticed they all had the same tattoo on their foreheads: a purple lemon that looked eerily like an eye. The man who had tripped was apologetic at first to Wendy, then his face and voice took on a note of sheer terror when he noticed the circle of people with the tattoo. It was silent in the club, they stared at the crowded man in the middle, he went quiet aside from a soft whimpering, the first blow came from no where, no warning, no verbal cue, just a whoosh and a thud, he fell to the earth next to the plant: Wendy by this time had rolled out of the way, the group did not stop there, they then kicked the man till his insides soaked the martian earth around the plant, the group then kneeled in the soil and covered themselves in blood and mud. The music began again when they moved off and everyone began to dance once more as Wendy tended the stem, it was broken, but not dead. How do you cope with such horrors, it felt like the club was slowly being taken over by a sinister underground movement, but not the movement I intended. After a while we decided to boost revenue by brewing some of our own booze, so we contacted a person named Alex, he informed us that this would be possible and set the apparatus up, he then rigged up some pipes to the plant and explained the CO2 that brewing produces might help. He also said that there is another plant in New Los Angeles, one that had created quite a stir. The club was open 24/7 and packed wall to wall: it got so busy we needed to install dehumidifiers to run occasionally and remove the rising humidity. There was a line of people waiting outside day and night hoping to get in. Soon everyone in the club had the tattoo and the people waiting to get in did not, a hierarchy was forming and I could not understand it. Sources had reliably informed me that this movement had begun to take over all of the clubs in New New Old Amsterdam, and soon after that, more clubs in other cities. During one of Wendy's routine jobs taking care of the plant, she was trying to flatted out the canopy again when she looked at me from across the room in horror, the blood had drained from her face, she was terrified. I saw her right hand, now bloodless, gripping the plant, I knew what had happened and without a word grabbed some tape and wire for support. We patched the plant up and it seems like no one had noticed. Then I contacted DeFharo to get Wendy away to safety, it was definite that any bending days were past. The plant soon after the second break began to create clusters of leaves and little hairs. A man with tattoo and robes told me it was the beginning of flowers, his face held a malign intelligence that spoke of future plans only he knew of… was he the leader of the people infesting the club scene? Everyone stepped around him and I knew his face from the early days. The plant grew, it grew and flowered. I got word that the man who had the other plant was now in jail for breaking company consortium ethics, this was when the government wanted to get rid of someone, they would make some shit up to demonise the person in an effort to legitimize their incarceration. One day defharo came to me and said he needed me to speak to the man behind the movement, we needed to break Jobbie (the other plant person) out of jail, the movement was big enough now that they could pressure the government to do this. The movement was seen as a large cult on Mars, it was called the "Purple Lemonade Cult" and it had people everywhere, so I found the man and put into motion pressure to get him out. The plant was old now, its leaves were getting yellow with sage age and wisdom. As it aged it increased in scent, this spread through the club where people seemed to become more and more fanatical about the movement, many paid large sums for entry simply to look and smell the plant. It truly had turned into a Cult, things were heating up, the lights were on full blast now and the club, us and more importantly the plant were under it, more and more people tried to gain entry but were discovered to be working for the authorities, these people never came back. I soon realised I had little control, it was time, time to let go and enjoy that ride, I was the one who pushed the button and started all of this, now I am the one who will let go on the controls a little, see where the journey ends and whether it will end this dream turned nightmare, but, to end it I feel there needs to be an ally, another person caught in a mysterious vortex, time to free Jobbie no matter what! Thank you Ganja people for tuning in to the latest episode of "Tales from the Closet: The Purple Lemonade Cult", and we would love to thank our partner Mars Hydro, we I really love this light, it has changed our narrative for the better. we hope you enjoyed the show, will they manage to get Jobbie out of jail? Is Wendy still alive? What is the scent of the plant doing to the followers? Tune in next week and maybe you will find out! Good night! Quick notes: temperatures have remained stable at 28c and lower, it has increased from an average of 24c to an average of 26c as the light is now at 100%, she has been on the Jobbie special diet: day 1 feed, day 2 water only then day 3 dry. I have steadily increased the liquid content and included a few days of high saturation where I just keep pouring water in until I know for sure every bit of soil is wet, this was done also in an attempt to flush as the yellowing leaves made me think I had issues… I don't, it is just a genetic thing that sometimes happens with some autos, but better safe than sorry. I took most of the fan leaves off and any that were turning yellow in early flower, now I am close to harvest she has been on water only for a week and no more leaves have been cut off. Humidity does fluctuate between around 40-65%on average, but I now have a dehumidifier to help curb this. She looks and smells good, just waiting for her to finish. Thank you for reading, special thanks to Defharo who keeps me inspired and to HappyWeeds who gave me a kick up the ass to get back to writing.