Yup I’ll forget I was meant to do something
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Long before modern medicine the Magic Elders of the tribe were elevated to Shaman. Their Magical skills were enhanced by the knowledge passed down secretly from Shaman to Shaman. These tribal leaders and healers had the wisdom and patients to choose only the best of what nature had to offer. Over the centuries they carefully bred plants and animals to enhance the healing and mind altering benefits found to be a natural part of their existence. The Shaman would often enter an altered state of consciousness to communicate with the spirits of the past and learn from them. They did this with the help of Bubba, cacti, and mushrooms; some of the many herbs, plants and fungi they secretly cultivated. In the not too distant past Shaman from two different tribes combined their Bubbas that were similar but had some different attributes to form the Bubba Bush (later mistakenly translated to Bubba Kush). The next season when the two Magic men came together again and entered the altered state using the new Bubba Kush the effects were so profound that they proclaimed each other to be a Witch Doctor, the highest order of Shaman. From that day forward only the top Shaman of any tribe was gifted the sacred Magic seed of the Bubba Kush known to elevate them to Witch Doctor.
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Thanks for the tag! This sounds like a "fat-sack" of good times. I'm in!
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Welcome to Magic Island...
A place where you are one toke away from being whatever you wish to be. All you have to do is puff it into existence. Couch-locked deep in contemplation nothing is impossible. Want to be the smartest man alive, with the answer to lifes most existential questions? It's all right here for the baking.
On Magic Island, Ancient Astronaut theorists say YES!
And now you can too. It doesn't matter if you are by yourself or in front of a television screen watching people you will never meet in your life. Wax poetic about any subject known to man and Shatter that image that you are used to. Rosin impress the hell out of the neighbor lady next door as your drop one Dab of knowledge after another upon her.
Have you ever listened to a room full of laureate's and it all sounded like gibberish? Worry no more! On Magic Island, you can speak gibberish too! Never mind the blank stares or the occasional eye roll from mister smarty pants, just wipe the drool off your chin and babble away. After three more tokes, it won't matter anyway, because every care in your world will be well on its way to disappearing.
Magic Island, where it's totally acceptable to say... "This Is Your Brain On Nugs."
A place where you are one toke away from being whatever you wish to be. All you have to do is puff it into existence. Couch-locked deep in contemplation nothing is impossible. Want to be the smartest man alive, with the answer to lifes most existential questions? It's all right here for the baking.
On Magic Island, Ancient Astronaut theorists say YES!
And now you can too. It doesn't matter if you are by yourself or in front of a television screen watching people you will never meet in your life. Wax poetic about any subject known to man and Shatter that image that you are used to. Rosin impress the hell out of the neighbor lady next door as your drop one Dab of knowledge after another upon her.
Have you ever listened to a room full of laureate's and it all sounded like gibberish? Worry no more! On Magic Island, you can speak gibberish too! Never mind the blank stares or the occasional eye roll from mister smarty pants, just wipe the drool off your chin and babble away. After three more tokes, it won't matter anyway, because every care in your world will be well on its way to disappearing.
Magic Island, where it's totally acceptable to say... "This Is Your Brain On Nugs."
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Hey everyone....this is my effort at a story for the comp....hope you like it:smiley1:
A long time ago.....in a galaxy far far away...on the planet Edens Paradise....I was growin some bitchin ass weed, breeding strains that would blow your mind, crossin this with that, big with fast, strong with potent hehe!!...this shit would push you in the floor man!..anyways I ended up with a bunch of new strains that I had no names for, and I decided I would name them after the amazing events that led me here.
My story all begins with the weed...my amazing weed that I grew all around the "Allrollon" system, in fact I created a strain there, that a certain very bad dude, with a lot of power, tried to steal from me....I would name the first after him.....but I forgot his damn name haha.....so I will just call it/him "Alien Overlord"...anyway this dude wanted my weed and he wanted it bad, so i upped sticks and left that system.....he didnt count on me having the fastest ship around, yeah I loved that ship....called her the "B-Line"...so i guess thats number 2....we left "Allrollon" for the Dabs system where we could lay low, with a good friend of mine "Bam Bam" he is No.3....he owned a dingy club in the bong hit district of Spliffwind city....a place not without its charm called the "Blood Moon".....Bam Bam said I could stay as long as i wanted.....as long as I helped him with a little problem he had!
It would seem Bam Bam had barred some good ole blueneck martian boys from the Blood Moon after some trouble...3 brothers "Bubba Fett, Bubba Kim and Bubba Trouble!" ....three real hard asses who are said to have messed with "Blue Magic!" ....anyway that got hot real quick so we took care of business and then I hopped in the B-Line and warped out of there before it got too hot, Bam Bam told me he could handle the rest and to go to the Munchie system and stop in on two friends of his "Candy Cain and Hula Girl".....I will cut a long story short and say that while I was there, I had the best "Kundalini" in the known universe!!....anyway I stayed too long there and Alien Overlords top assasins "Nitti and Pono" caught up with me.....I struggled and fought with them and managed to get away...but they got me!!.....in the side with a poison dart.....tipped with a deadly poison called "Red Satin" that implodes you slowly and turns you inside out. ...so I came here.....to the milky way, to find the only known cure...weed from a "Witch Doctor" on planet Earth......called Magic!.....
A long time ago.....in a galaxy far far away...on the planet Edens Paradise....I was growin some bitchin ass weed, breeding strains that would blow your mind, crossin this with that, big with fast, strong with potent hehe!!...this shit would push you in the floor man!..anyways I ended up with a bunch of new strains that I had no names for, and I decided I would name them after the amazing events that led me here.
My story all begins with the weed...my amazing weed that I grew all around the "Allrollon" system, in fact I created a strain there, that a certain very bad dude, with a lot of power, tried to steal from me....I would name the first after him.....but I forgot his damn name haha.....so I will just call it/him "Alien Overlord"...anyway this dude wanted my weed and he wanted it bad, so i upped sticks and left that system.....he didnt count on me having the fastest ship around, yeah I loved that ship....called her the "B-Line"...so i guess thats number 2....we left "Allrollon" for the Dabs system where we could lay low, with a good friend of mine "Bam Bam" he is No.3....he owned a dingy club in the bong hit district of Spliffwind city....a place not without its charm called the "Blood Moon".....Bam Bam said I could stay as long as i wanted.....as long as I helped him with a little problem he had!
It would seem Bam Bam had barred some good ole blueneck martian boys from the Blood Moon after some trouble...3 brothers "Bubba Fett, Bubba Kim and Bubba Trouble!" ....three real hard asses who are said to have messed with "Blue Magic!" ....anyway that got hot real quick so we took care of business and then I hopped in the B-Line and warped out of there before it got too hot, Bam Bam told me he could handle the rest and to go to the Munchie system and stop in on two friends of his "Candy Cain and Hula Girl".....I will cut a long story short and say that while I was there, I had the best "Kundalini" in the known universe!!....anyway I stayed too long there and Alien Overlords top assasins "Nitti and Pono" caught up with me.....I struggled and fought with them and managed to get away...but they got me!!.....in the side with a poison dart.....tipped with a deadly poison called "Red Satin" that implodes you slowly and turns you inside out. ...so I came here.....to the milky way, to find the only known cure...weed from a "Witch Doctor" on planet Earth......called Magic!.....
Its that time again for another monthly giveaway! Sorry i am little late posting this month had somethings go wrong with my previous idea so i had to put that one back in the bag of tricks to pull out another time. I hope you guys are excited about this months give away as i am. Since this month is the release of Witch Doctor for this month only the winner will win a 5 pack of Bubba Trouble and a 5 pack of Witch Doctor.
This Months contest will be a "Strain Story" contest. I want to hear the craziest stories as to why some of my strains have the name they do.
Example: "Alien Overlord"
Long ago a Alien race came to earth and planted some seeds from their native planet to see if they would grow. the result were far better than expected! after 1000's of years of keeping this plant under lock and key it finally got out when someone discovered that the plant could be used to control minds. The plant was stolen and used by growers to control their customers into buying more cannabis that is why its called "Alien Overlord"
-It can be simple it can be complex as long as its creative and has something to do with the name of the strain
-Click here for a strain list to base your stories off of. The top 2 members will win seeds this month! Tell one, tell all that magic is giving away seeds for a little creative writing project this monthTag your Friends Good luck lets here your Magic Strains Stories!
Oh, this sounds like tooooo much fun!
But, I'm too straight right now to play this game.
Needs some creativity juice to do it right.
Man I have to be really high to create a story about a strain give me till tonight hopefully I can come up with something
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"I remember the outbreak. I remember it well."
It came on subtlely at first, as it crept into our lives disguised as one technological advance after another. And, surely, it was. But it went too far.
Humans will always go too far.
And they did...
It started long before the computer, the cell phone or even the internet. Automation they called it. Making life easier and in the process removing the human element. Dependency, slowly became a crutch, nay... An addiction.
By the late 2000's human interactions become damn near non-existent. People sitting next to each other didn't even know the other was alive. Everyone plugged into their devices staring endlessly at a screen.
I was guilty of it myself. I realized just how bad I had become when I noticed a woman that seemed to be giggling out loud in her cubicle after everything I posted into the ether. A girl that hired me some years before, but I couldn't even tell you her name. I only knew her by her screen name...
"Pono"
I am sure she was good at what she did or she wouldn't have worked for this company, but never the less, I really hadn't any clue. None of us did. I often wonder about "Pono" and if she made it... But, that's another story for another time.
It was the reports of jobs from the Bureau of Labor Statistics that truly set off the alarm bells ringing in my head. Jobs were down by forty-two percent. And not the jobs, mind you. The labor force itself was becoming extinct.
People were not working. Hell, they weren't doing anything but sitting there and staring into the ethernet and waiting for the next post to come through their feeds.
The Zombie Apocalypse had become all too real.
These were not, however, the zombies that we all grew up seeing in the movies or on tv shows, and they damn sure didn't run around chasing and eating people. They were really quite harmless from what we had been conditioned to expect from a Hollywood Zed. Their only real danger was to themselves.
They were still no less effective at being a plague spreading detriment to humanity, they just did it in a whole different manner than what anyone ever expected. And that is how it snuck up on us, and by the time we figured it out, it was too late. The avalanche had already begun rolling downhill.
The Techno-Zeds were mindless content hoarders. They lived until they died one link click at a time until they quite factually sat there wasting away until deceased. And the national mortality rate was rising, and quick!
Something had to be done...
This is when myself and a group of other talented individuals were recruited into the organization known only as "Magic 16." To this day we still do not know the full scope of what Magic 16 is or even fully understand what they do. All I can tell you is that the team I worked with was tasked to eradicate the Techno-Zed.
We were headed up by two phenomenal men. Dr. Marin and Dr. Chong botanists of the nth degree. Their plan to battle this plague was simple and really boiled down to just one word... Sativa.
That's correct. Cannabis. In what I personally call the greatest ironic page of human history. It was good ole Mary Jane that government's ultimately turned to, to save the world.
Doctors Marin and Chong were steadfast in their convictions that the planets best hope was to create a strain of cannabis that would be so amazing and potent that it would pardon the pun "raise the dead itself."
The team comprised of Hippies, growers, stoners, breeders, light techs, soil freaks, hydro fiends, nute nuts, toke-hacks and anybody associated with growing and or smoking/delivering cannabis into the bloodstream by any method possible.
We were locked away behind closed doors for two years. Crossing this with that, and that to this, and some of those to some of these until BINGO!
We had the cure. The eradication of the Techno-Zed was no longer merely a possibility.
A truly Eureka moment and to see it happen first hand was nothing short of amazing. See, we had a room of test subject "TZ's" that for two years would not budge. They sat there playing with their gizmos and gadgets barely grunting a discernible sound let alone feed themselves. Some of us on the team had all but given up until...
One toke, one dab, one vape, one mg of tincture... The whole control group was all given just one. Suddenly, the color come back to their faces, looking around the room as if they just woke up from a bad dream and then, here's the kicker. They audibled their first understandable words in years all pretty much saying the very same thing.
DAMN, THAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT!
It was shortly after this that the strain that would save mankind got its name. The test subjects leaped from their couch-locked existence and made a B-Line straight for the kitchen and SMASHED like the Hulk!
Fruity Pebbles flew EVERYWHERE!
It came on subtlely at first, as it crept into our lives disguised as one technological advance after another. And, surely, it was. But it went too far.
Humans will always go too far.
And they did...
It started long before the computer, the cell phone or even the internet. Automation they called it. Making life easier and in the process removing the human element. Dependency, slowly became a crutch, nay... An addiction.
By the late 2000's human interactions become damn near non-existent. People sitting next to each other didn't even know the other was alive. Everyone plugged into their devices staring endlessly at a screen.
I was guilty of it myself. I realized just how bad I had become when I noticed a woman that seemed to be giggling out loud in her cubicle after everything I posted into the ether. A girl that hired me some years before, but I couldn't even tell you her name. I only knew her by her screen name...
"Pono"
I am sure she was good at what she did or she wouldn't have worked for this company, but never the less, I really hadn't any clue. None of us did. I often wonder about "Pono" and if she made it... But, that's another story for another time.
It was the reports of jobs from the Bureau of Labor Statistics that truly set off the alarm bells ringing in my head. Jobs were down by forty-two percent. And not the jobs, mind you. The labor force itself was becoming extinct.
People were not working. Hell, they weren't doing anything but sitting there and staring into the ethernet and waiting for the next post to come through their feeds.
The Zombie Apocalypse had become all too real.
These were not, however, the zombies that we all grew up seeing in the movies or on tv shows, and they damn sure didn't run around chasing and eating people. They were really quite harmless from what we had been conditioned to expect from a Hollywood Zed. Their only real danger was to themselves.
They were still no less effective at being a plague spreading detriment to humanity, they just did it in a whole different manner than what anyone ever expected. And that is how it snuck up on us, and by the time we figured it out, it was too late. The avalanche had already begun rolling downhill.
The Techno-Zeds were mindless content hoarders. They lived until they died one link click at a time until they quite factually sat there wasting away until deceased. And the national mortality rate was rising, and quick!
Something had to be done...
This is when myself and a group of other talented individuals were recruited into the organization known only as "Magic 16." To this day we still do not know the full scope of what Magic 16 is or even fully understand what they do. All I can tell you is that the team I worked with was tasked to eradicate the Techno-Zed.
We were headed up by two phenomenal men. Dr. Marin and Dr. Chong botanists of the nth degree. Their plan to battle this plague was simple and really boiled down to just one word... Sativa.
That's correct. Cannabis. In what I personally call the greatest ironic page of human history. It was good ole Mary Jane that government's ultimately turned to, to save the world.
Doctors Marin and Chong were steadfast in their convictions that the planets best hope was to create a strain of cannabis that would be so amazing and potent that it would pardon the pun "raise the dead itself."
The team comprised of Hippies, growers, stoners, breeders, light techs, soil freaks, hydro fiends, nute nuts, toke-hacks and anybody associated with growing and or smoking/delivering cannabis into the bloodstream by any method possible.
We were locked away behind closed doors for two years. Crossing this with that, and that to this, and some of those to some of these until BINGO!
We had the cure. The eradication of the Techno-Zed was no longer merely a possibility.
A truly Eureka moment and to see it happen first hand was nothing short of amazing. See, we had a room of test subject "TZ's" that for two years would not budge. They sat there playing with their gizmos and gadgets barely grunting a discernible sound let alone feed themselves. Some of us on the team had all but given up until...
One toke, one dab, one vape, one mg of tincture... The whole control group was all given just one. Suddenly, the color come back to their faces, looking around the room as if they just woke up from a bad dream and then, here's the kicker. They audibled their first understandable words in years all pretty much saying the very same thing.
DAMN, THAT'S SOME GOOD SHIT!
It was shortly after this that the strain that would save mankind got its name. The test subjects leaped from their couch-locked existence and made a B-Line straight for the kitchen and SMASHED like the Hulk!
Fruity Pebbles flew EVERYWHERE!
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