The Devil's Plant

[Kongfuzi]

This journal was recovered from the corpse of one Alfred Thompson, a renowned botanist. His body was found in a state of extensive decay, cause of death unknown. Several plants matching the description of those in journal were found at his residence, and have been sent to the CDC under suspicion of containing lethal biological agents.

March 16: I have recently recieved a package from an unknown source. The only things inside were a packet of seeds, and a small scrap of paper with the words, "Devil Plant" written on. The reverse side says, "You'll enjoy this." It's odd, I almost feel compelled to grow these, even though they appear to be your regular, everyday seeds.

March 18: It's strange, the seeds show absolutely no signs of development when I grow them with what implements I have here, I think I might have to steal some supplies from the university to ensure their correct growth. It seems that their "pull" becomes stronger and stronger by the day.

March 25: Success! The first signs of sprouting are beginning to occur. The prototype growing agent and UV light I took must be paying off.

April 2: The seeds have stopped growing, but I growing more and more fond of plant as days go by. It's going to be beautiful fully grown, and what medical uses it might have! The very thought makes me positively giddy!

April 5: I can hear them now. They cry out to me. Hunger. Hunger. Hunger. All the nutrients I can give them aren't enough. They want more. I want my children to grow so much. But what can I give them?

April 6: In desperation from their screams I sliced my palm open. The blood dripped onto them and the pleading stopped. "Father," they whisper, "We want more, but you cannot give us it alone." They are growing now.

April 8: I know what I must do. I am scared.

April 10: I found the perfect candidate, Carol, one of the girls who goes to my classes at the University. Such a pretty girl, bright too. She will please my children.

April 11: She was easy to get home after the chloroform. They protest though, she must be aware during the sacrifice for them to feed. A few hours later and the drugs wore off. She was crying and so was I. I didn't want to do this, but it is all for the greater good. That of my children. I am giving away my whole world for them. A quick slice with the knife at the femoral artery and the blood spilled everywhere, bathing my precious children. They sighed in pleasure as the crimson engulfed them and it gave me such pride to know that I was helping them. They even asked for the body not just the blood! I knew I made such a good choice with her.

April 15: They are perfect now. Fully grown, their magnificent emerald stalks and star shaped leaves shooting out from the corpse of the whore like a forest of perfection. They are proud of me. No longer are their whispers of hunger and suffering, now they are of beauty and brilliance, and how they long to share their perfection with the world. They say humanity is corrupt, cannot be trusted, how they can bring peace and satisfaction to this world half empty. They want to spread.

April 16: I have groomed them of their seeds. In unmarked boxes I have shipped their brilliance to every botanical institution I can think of. Their glory shall embrace the world. Their divine star leaves and shoots shall blanket every corner of the world thicker than bamboo. They will feast upon the lower species and uplift this world from it's sin and wickedness. And I shall have a place among them they say. A place in the new verdegris heaven that will soon take the world.

April 17: I scatter their holy progeny to the winds, root them in the city gardens. I can hear them wherever I go now, their praise is warmer and more satisfying than anything I have ever experienced. Every syllable an orgasm. Will this be what perfection alongside them will be like?

April 18: I fed a piece of homeless trash to them this morning. I am ashamed, I wish I could do better for them. They are so understanding, they say they do not need any more sustenance, but they appreciated it greatly. They love me. They think I am the greatest father. For once in my life, I am in bliss.

April 19: They tell me to rest, they can feel more of themselves sprouting across the globe, that soon a new order will be upon this planet.

April 20: They have but one last task of me. In order for me to join their absolute perfection I must smoke them. They say my body will die, but my soul shall live on inside of them, part of something vast and greater than my mind can imagine. Heaven is close, I can feel it. I tear off their star leaves, and slowly roll it them into a cylinder, no paper made of pretender plant can be allowed near my children. Using a match I light the leaves, at first there was nothing, but as I lay writing this, I can feel it. They are inside me and I am inside them. It is so beautiful, but even as my body lays dying, I know new life shall sprout from it. They are showing me such fascinating things. They show me the police bursting into my home, they know about the meal I fed them they say. But none of that matters any more. Perfection is here and I am part of it.

[Falonefal]

HOLY shit that's a load to read.

I was kinda expecting a Wade thread with pictures of a red plant with horns or somethin'