Gourd Damn It [Seasonal Event] [OPEN]

Deimos the Reaper You can't take back the cards you've dealt on this long and lonely road to hell the throne must be such a sad and lonely place The Reaper did long for an answer to the building maelstrom of gourds, one right after another after another. It was a seething mass of endless pumpkins, bizarre, eerie, but lacking the sinister, nefarious quality he relished in fellow opponents. He likely shouldn’t have looked a gift horse in the mouth – they were a diversion, an amusement, easy means to a slaughter, to ease the sensation of boredom amidst his calculating airs and depraved machinations – but it lingered there, between the webs of stones and the rest of the unknown. The warrior accepted the cavalcade of vegetables for what it was: outlandish, peculiar, and ridiculous, and ended up being one more welcome participant in the casual destruction of gourds. There were others ahead of him; enjoying the odd melee just as much as he. He ventured somewhat closer, off into the shadows, lingering along the veils and threads of his favored romps, recognizing them only from past gatherings. His brow furrowed slightly as another pumpkin raced near his feet, taunting, looming with otherworldly glares and stares, and with swift, sudden ease, he grabbed ahold of the stem and launched it towards a nearby boulder, smirking when the satisfying sound and nuance of its demise reached his ears.

_{Photo and Table by Time
Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary}