Ma & Pa Stalker and their menagerie of children run a seemingly normal farm life. They sow, they harvest, they prosper. But when you find yourself lost in their fields, you become the harvest.
This country has prospered off of the toiling dedication of farming families for centuries. The blood, sweat and commitment of these folk have provided invaluable resources for us all. Stalker Farms is no different…well, maybe it is a little different.
Everyone is more than welcome to come purchase the fruits of Ma and Pa Stalker’s hard work- apples, canned jams, pickled eggs, and the corn, hand-picked from the corn field by Ma & Pa Stalkers menagerie of unseen children. But their best-seller is of course, the Stalker Family Stew.
But that is where the normalcy ends…
These Stalker “children” never leave the farm, instead staying hidden from the public eye. Born human, they have always identified less with their human roots and more with the animals on the farm. In fact, they adopt animalistic identities and wear animal hides for “faces”. Their mannerisms even copied from their animal friends. The children of Ma and Pa infest the grounds and fields like maggots writhing on a discarded runt.
Wanderers, trespassers, and rival farm clans have occasionally intruded onto Ma and Pa’s land, to their unfortunate demise. The children of Ma and Pa always find them, and put them to good…use. Human blood is used for irrigation, body parts are sowed into the rich soil, and you don’t even want to know what they make their manure out of. Here, deer hunt the poachers, sheep will shear your flesh off your bones, pigs will butcher you alive and Stalker Prime will stampede you into the dust.
As printed on their labels, the Stalker family motto has always been: “The customer is always fresh, ’sow’ the yield is always right.”
You are next in line, it’s always harvest season at Stalker Farms.
