Bill Boppy's Questionnaire

I live in my farm in Idaho because that's where my pa lived and his pa before him. It's pretty nice, big crop fields, big crop yields. I mainly grow corn, but I'm no stranger to potatoes, pumpkins, and wheat. Beautiful in the summer, especially when the wheat and corn's all grown in. Oh yeah, got a few animals too. Horses, cows, chickens, pigs, and the like. I've got a nice house, pretty big, well furnished, wooden, warm enough, little smelly, but hey, it's home. Got a barn as well, that's where the animals stay. No one else on the farm though, gets pretty lonely from time to time, been thinking about getting a dog or something, but with all these contracts and stuff, well, seems I've got my hands full now. Not that I'm complaining, far, far from it.

Farming. Not much to say about it, I grow my stuff for a while, sell it off to the buyers, and that's where the money comes from. That's where it goes too, swear that I'm spending every last penny on seeds and tractor repairs and whatnot. Economy's in shambles I say, ever since those damn liberals took over the country. And those damn Republicans ain't much good either, bastards ain't doing crap. "Make America Great Again" more like... My Ass... Gonna... Asphyxiate... I don't know, I'm not the acronym making type, point is, America has gone down the drain, and no one's doing the plumbing. I swear on my mother's good name, if one of these candle cabbies ask me to stroll on down to the White House and put bullets through big red and blue... well, I wouldn't say no.

Y'know, not sure. Used to be start a family, settle down, get the kids set up for the future, and die before my future wife does. Suppose all I really wanted was someone to mourn me when I was gone. Course, that's in the past now. I've got new dreams, just don't know what yet. These contractors... Boy, I feel like I've got the world at my fingertips. Is this what those city slickers feel like? I feel like I could do anything, after I do enough chores for them candles, that is. These seeds, if this is my housewarming gift, what have they got in store for me next?

I think...

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I think I want to be remembered.

My pa's death. He was the last one I had, no siblings, and my ma passed away a few years earlier. After that... I was alone. I still am, no family or nothing. God, how many years ago was it now? 20 or so? I have no clue, it's been too long now. Well, when he was gone, that's when the farm became mine. I've been taking care of it ever since, some days I feel like he's still here... I think that's why I'm afraid of dying alone. I wasn't there for him when he went, and I... I want to go while looking at someone I love... Or at least someone I care for. Heh, I know that'll never happen, I could deny it but nah, this is my life, this world wasn't built to love me. And I sure as hell ain't gonna find a wife with these contracts going on. Maybe that's why I want to be remembered, legacy is a suitable replacement for love... I think.

Well, there's Hugh. He was my rival, I suppose. He was always yelling about, starting fights for no damn reason, causing trouble because he could. Well, long story short, he's not around anymore... I don't wanna talk about him anymore, I've said enough already.

There's also Carl, he's still around. He's a nut-job, to say the least. He's always talking about these conspiracies and whatnot. Ancient aliens building triangles in the desert, big apes in the forests, ancient lizards the size of tractors, and candle-headed men whisking people away in the middle of the night. Just a load of nonsense, but hey, he's free entertainment. He hangs out in the market most days, I don't know if he's got a job or anything... Does he have a house? I've got no clue to be honest.

Third person lemme think... Well there's Charlie... No, she's corn, that's not a people... Ah! Gertrude. She's the old lady who runs the market. She's uh... She sells me food, I guess? I don't know her all that well, we don't talk much.

Man, I really am alone, huh? Well... Maybe that'll change someday, I hope...