And some of the decorations were a bit too realistic for them...
Examples -- Tom
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Pirate Captain Mes is about to ask one of the universe's most hated questions. It's the kind of question that earns the answer punched into his softest parts. Watch carefully. See if you can spot it.
"Agrarians, for the most part. Small farms and not a great deal of useful technology. They're using precious resources for display and aesthetics, sir." Analyst Gu twiddled with some of his listening devices. "They're preparing for some form of celebration..."
"Good. That means all their display items will be ripe for the picking. It's an agrarian society. What trouble could they be?"
Unfortunately for Captain Mes, he had just asked the wrong question whilst planning to raid a colony of Humans just about to launch their version of Halloween.
It's not just about pumpkin carving, here.
It's the celebration of the year for these people, who have been working in secret to out-do their neighbours at scaring the living piss out of everyone else not in on the joke.
This is the time of year that the usually staid gardeners and farmers bust out the holographic projectors, practical effects, and horror makeup to blow out every single stop they can. They have secret recipes for blood, guts, and gore; handed down between generations. Some of them make their own spiderwebs.
Some of them make their own spiders.
Some of them are the spiders. Or.. you know.. spider-esque.
When the raiders landed, many of the neighbours thought it was either someone else's display or someone else's prank. Some even applauded.
Captain Mes and his crew were not ready for the sight that greeted them. Half the street was a crime scene. The other half was made of nightmares. Creatures of myth and legend roamed the street, casually passing by bodies sprawled in yards or wrapped and taped for disposal.
Then someone fired up their laser sound system. Each of the crew heard a distant, and echoing spooky voice.
Tiptoe... through the window... by the window, crooned the distorted voice, seemingly cruising around them, weaving about without any visible source. That is where I'll be... Come tiptoe... through the tulips...
Needless to say they weren't in a mood to go raiding any more. On the other hand, they did get plenty of candy.
Harvest festivals. They're wild.
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