The village was quiet. All too silent, no birds were chirping as they had left to escape the approaching cold. The leaves, or what had remained clinging on the low branches of the trees rustled in the wind but created such little sound that the human ear was unable to pick up on their quiet chattering. Misshapen clouds moved across the sky at the pace of a turtle and occasionally blocked a small round light which sat just below the horizon. It was the perfect scene, like a painting, life was still and waves of calming tides touched the hearts of the citizens.

But it was not perfect in Forget Me Not Valley. No. Things were not good, not at all. The world was ultimately at a stand still. Muku paced the forest. As of late no new farmers had come, hell even save files weren't loaded. The town's folk never noticed because well, that's how they were programmed. They were given false thoughts and memories and only acted based off a coding. For all they knew, it was just a normal day in Forget Me Not Valley and the farmer was simply slaving away to his fields. Muku gazed across the stream. Carter was doing his usual yoga stretches. While Flora was talking to a small raccoon.

The small brown animal stared back towards Muku. It's soulless eyes gazed longingly at it's master. Flora looked up and gazed in Muku's direction. However all her bright eyes could see were toy flowers and trees. And Muku planned to keep it that way. "Are you hungry?" The blonde digger asked her little friend. The raccoon made no move to respond. "Hm...maybe I could try getting some fish for you?"

Muku side stepped away from raccoon's line of sight, and turned back into the forest. He stepped towards a small pond and took a seat. The calming ripples of the spring made him feel calm like everything was going to be alright. And everything would be...if someone would play the damn game. He had one job, and that was to keep everything in line. How was he supposed to do his job if there was no reason for it, no purpose?

The character crossed his legs. His left hand held his chin as he leaned foreword. How could he get players? He need something. Something that would gain popularity in the way that the game used to. If he could make a subtle but noticeable change to the game, then surely people would come flooding in. But what?

Muku had changed things before in the game. As its popularity declined he decided to give the characters more spice. Sebastian, and Takakura were both given short backstories to keep the player interested if they stuck around long enough and payed close attention to small details, he even added a talking plant. That was the real kicker.

Tartan was the real game changer. Was. Now, he just simply chats up a storm, and Muku would rather throw it into the seed maker and be done with it. But because the two headed plant was considered an actual character Muku could do nothing about it.

"Hurry." A small voice shouted. Muku leaned back. He stared down the forest towards a large tree. A small door which had been carved with much care opened to reveal his favourite little sprites. Nak pushed through the door. His red had nearly fell off at the speed he was running.

Next followed Flak, who had no trouble keeping up with his brother but still fell short due to his...ahem weight. Then came Nic. The short blue elf nearly tripped on his long coat but still managed to keep his balance.

Muku stood. He noted the changing colour of the leaves. It was spring. But he didn't set it to that season. A familiar breeze blew through his messy white hair. It was cool but closer to the warm side. Muku crossed his arms. Nak simply ignored his presence and pushed foreword. Flak however was much more kinder and chose to stop.

"What's going on?" Muku questioned. His voice laced with authority. Nic bumped into Flak. His body tipped back and his arms waved in the air, before he finally fell onto his back.

"There's a new harvest spirit." Flak replied. He turned to help his younger sibling up.

Muku raised a brow. "There's only three of you. There's always been."

"No, No. There's a new farmer." Nic shouted. His tiny body was shaking in excitement. Muku nearly did a back flip. A new farmer? Ah, they must mean a new player. He never understood why the three called the player a harvest sprite. He didn't program them to...oh well.

He watched as the three brothers ran through the forest pathway. Slowly he followed, but was sure to keep himself out of sight. It was too early to reveal himself. He'd have to wait three seasons.

Muku watched from the safety of the trees as Takakura ran through his usual script while a familiar brown haired youth nodded his head. Which was soon followed by the sprites small greetings.

Muku was surprised. No one had played the game in years. He could practically feel the dust forming on the consuls. And yet here they were, someone actually playing his game. Must be a nostalgia run of some sort. He'd seen a few of those. But not for a while.

Muku felt his chest tighten. Nostalgia runs didn't last long, as the player had been through the game countless times and knew all of the game's 'secrets.' Not all but most. If he wasn't careful, Muku would soon return to a quiet and boring silence. He would not return to that silence. He had worked too hard to get into this game. And there was no way he was going to be stuck here with no players. "Maybe it's not something i'm missing…..but someone."