TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough

Welcome devious denizens of the dope developers, yes, you dope lovers all over the world, we welcome you to our little corner cupboard of this planet for this week's episode of “TFTC: The Dreaded Strawberry Cough”, brought to you with our partners in crime Zamnesia Seeds, if you want an absolutely criminal discount use code: ZAMMIDG2023 on your next seeds purchase from them. Now you depraved and desperate devils, it is time for your episode, enjoy! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Still the wait continues, no flowers have appeared, the plants continue to grow strong and luscious with large leaves and strong colour. My problem is that without flowers I cannot bring forth fruit, yet much of life seems to be a waiting game. One day they will produce a sticky beautiful flower and they will give me what has always been my dream, a dream that now I cannot seem to conjure, something that I cannot seem to decipher the direction. Things were once easy fuelled by my anger and hatred of the world, however, things since being here have grown distorted, like trying to read a map in the thickest fog. The battle continues with my great foes; flies continue to grow despite all of the efforts I have gone to, they seem hell bent on surviving the worst conditions my hand can create for them, they still throw themselves on to my sticky traps with wanton abandon, greed driving their path for more, leading them to a sticky and horrific end on my traps. The “colleagues” whom the smell was to deter still appear, less, much like the flies, but they still appear swarm to my window when I am working, peering in, driven by the same greed that drives the flies, hungry to feed off of anything that might give them more power. Patricia still messages me, she talks of a group that is set up to prevent such people as I work for, people who want a better world, a world without hate and prejudice, it sounds nice, however if history has ever taught me anything it is that people are fickle and desperate, willing to die, stuck in place by the very thing that their senses tell them is what they want. She has also mentioned that the plant I am currently growing is meant for something different, that it is something which is a catalyst for change, the plant itself is a green revolution, that its flowers will bring peace and harmony to anyone who is willing to try it. Maybe she is right, time will tell and my work will continue as this place feeds on indecision and weakness, this energy of fear drives my hands towards the work I have undertaken and will not relent until it is complete, damn the consequences. As I prune my plant this organization continues to prune off its employees, little waste is to be spent on useless projects that are already showing the cracks of failure. The stress it brings others seems to be affecting many, the man down the hall who was breeding monsters had some great success, however the stress had eventually gotten him and he created something that seemed harmless, in that it appeared to die shortly after it had been born, once he reached in with his two fingers and thumb to retrieve it before anyone saw the failure, the thing used its last energy to bite him. He was dead within the hour. My research is leading me to think that happiness or at least contentment leads to growth. The plants grow best when they are happy: this does not mean that they face no stress, but instead that if they face it within an environment which they feel safe and happy in, the plant is best suited to grow well and to show less problems. Compared to my current conditions, I would say the plants have it better, the staff here are worn down and as explained earlier, this sort of high stress environment creates a high risk to the practices of each researcher, more mistakes are made, less progress is obtained. Bob is regularly paying me visits, each time this week he has stopped by the lab his frown seems to deepen, his ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Once again we find ourselves at the end of an episode, fuck bob! I think we can all say that, can he not just leave our great scientist to change the face of world history! Check out Zamnesia while you are online now, they have a catalog of fun to browse until all hours of the morning. We shall see you next time in my cupboard, for another badly written episode, almost as though the writer is unsure how long it will go on for, or how long they will still have a job. Until next time, be good, but if you are like me and choose to be bad make sure to name it after me. Good night! ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) ⚡🍓🔥ZAMNESIA SEEDS - STRAWBERRY COUGH AUTOMATIC🔥🍓⚡ Parents - Strawberry Fields x Haze x Ruderalis Genetics - Sativa-dominant Flowering Type - Autoflowering Flowering Time - 10-11 weeks from seed to harvest THC - 15% CBD - Low Height (Indoor) - 120cm Height (Outdoor) - 150cm Yield (Indoor) - 500-550 gr/m² Yield (Outdoor) - 100-150 gr/plant Sex - Feminized ((=-{💡}x{🌱}x{🔬}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{☣️}x{☠️}x{🎄}x{☠️}x{☣️}x{}x{🌿}x{}x{🔬}x{🌱}x{💡}-=)) Notes: They just keep growing, no sign of flower yet, I just keep getting excited and then getting disappointed, feels like dating in High school again… well… didn’t do too much of that due to myself being a bit weird. They are pretty happy, all issues are dealt with and just taking my time trying to learn the virtues of patience. Respect to the seeds, they have gone though some stressful growing with everything going on in my life, yet they are still here and still growing.