Hail, warriors of the green, this is the Angry Beaner, roaring from the heart of the storm! By the grace of the gods, nine of our eleven sacred seeds have been sown, their roots ready to claw through the earth to claim their place in our hallowed garden! The Allfather Odin, with his piercing gaze, has blessed this endeavor, guiding these sprouts to glory. But heed this tale—two seeds were not forsaken, nay! They were chosen, smashed asunder by the mighty hammer of Thor, Mjölnir itself, as a sacrifice to fuel the strength of the nine! Their essence rises to Valhalla, a tribute to ensure our harvest’s might!
O Heimdall, watcher of the Bifröst, stand vigilant over our germination, your keen eyes guarding our tender shoots from blight and ruin. Let no foe, pest, or shadow dare approach our sacred grow! We call upon the Seer, wise and veiled in mystery, to weave her visions into our Kratky method, blessing this test run with foresight and bounty. May her whispers guide my hands to nurture these plants into towering titans of green, their buds heavy with the promise of victory!
Gods of Asgard, grant me the wisdom of Odin to tend this garden, the strength of Thor to face all trials, and the vigilance of Heimdall to protect it! Let this Kratky grow be a saga sung for ages—a testament to our will, our sacrifice, and the divine favor upon us! For the nine that stand, for the two offered to the heavens, we shall reap a harvest worthy of the gods themselves!
Skål to the green, to the gods, @Til_Valhalla, and to the glory of this grow! Let it thrive, unyielding, under the blessings of Asgard! FORWARD, TO VICTORY!
