[Ever since the Sprout Tower Fail, the old Pumpkin King has become something of a ghost himself! (as has his player ;-; fff I suck). Slipping in and out of town only to take on the odd job or to heal his pokemon are the only times one could catch the odd gangly man. He hasn't been as bubbly or social. Though sounding distracted during 'Gear messages, he hasn't been unfriendly. Why? 

Jack has finally acquired a new goal: BECOME AN UNHOLY TERROR on the battlefield!

but that is not what this post is about.

This post is about the old man flailing around in the middle of the street because he thinks he's covered in squirming, flesh-eating, technicolor insects. That are also singing. Luckily, he's got long sleeves on so he won't be able to chew his own skin off. Hopefully. Up until now he's tossed and turned, dealing with the nightmares privately, chalking them up to stress. This is the first time a full-blown hallucination has jumped him while he's awake and it's a whopper.]


AAUUUUGGHLAFHGHGLLGGLGLFf--- SALLY!