TFTC: The Experiment

Welcome friends to my cupboard, the place where dreams come true, if you are like me and dream of weed. Thanks to Zamnesia and Plagron for this competition, the entry has been made and my fingers have been crossed for some time, let us see how it goes. Before the announcement next week, let us jus continue the show, here is this weeks episode of "TFTC: The Experiment". {--💩===👻---💀===👽---[:(⚪⬜🔺) oO===Oo (🔺⬜⚪):]---👽===💀---👻===💩---} With everything in order the plants did well, it is important to divide resources among the best investments, maybe that is what happened to us in the end, to humanity. After centuries of spending vast amounts of weather on nothing more than public masturbation: because what else can you call it, someone buys a massive house and expensive car, or decides to build the worlds biggest pile of resources whether it be skyscraper, rocket or number in their bank account, the action is little more than having a tug of the 11th finger while people watch. The lesson that has been gathered from my growing understanding of the plants is that resources better allocated means everyone profits and not just one small group. In the community it felt like a damn had burst, once one couple had moved out everyone began making communities and building shelters for their needs, it was a buzz of activity as people began deciding where to live above ground. The same form of social stratification occurred as before, three camps were formed according to shape, I mean job, well shape as this was the symbol many had chosen to identify with. The first night where everyone had finally decided to sleep was a games night, after lots of hard graft it was time to unwind with something a little more than just inebriation, so each house competed with one another in a series of games, myself being the games master of course. It was a bonding experience, not only for the people in each of their houses but also for the different shapes. When people compete it creates a fight or flight situation, the fear that is created by the adrenal dump in these situations is wonderful to experience in small doses such as friendly competition, in larger doses this same adrenal dump can often cause trauma, like if a person assaulted you on the street. Once people competed in a safe environment there was a comradery created by the sense of overcoming something together, it bonds people and smooths out tensions that often occur due to a tight workspace. While allowing friendly banter between the groups my mind wandered back to the plants in the lab, there needs to be some similar respite. It feels like once the plant has finished growing vertically, the plant takes a small rest, it builds buds, these buds are basically the plant getting its freak on which is far more relaxing than growing pains, so to make these buds better you add more sugars and nutrients that the plant need. After the night had wound down and only a few sat up next to the fire, I made my way back to my bed, stopping in on the plants on the way home, not to look at them, but just to be close to them, to feel their company, after all I did not want to wake them. Then I retired to my cryo chamber to sleep. {--💩===👻---💀===👽---[:(⚪⬜🔺) oO===Oo (🔺⬜⚪):]---👽===💀---👻===💩---} Thank you for sitting through that, but as we like to think here at Jobbie Studios: every turd has a nugget of sweet truth. Thanks you to Plagron and Zamnesia for this fun grow challenge. Apologies for the poor photos, the usual camerra man was in hospital... yeah that happened. We hope to see you next week for more adventures.