Harvest Moon
I don't own the game or any of the females or already made characters. I only own what I have added or created into the story.
Prologue:
It was twenty five years ago and Party Guy was visiting his Grandfather on his Family farm. He always loved to visit his Grandfather, especially since he treated Party Guy like an adult and always was open to suggestions on how to make his farm better and more successful. Old Grandpa Joe always said that Party Guy would one day inherit the farm, because he was one of his Grandfather's favorites and he also showed a talent and love for the farm that his Grandfather so lovingly built and loved for the most of his life. On Party Guy's first day on the farm that summer, he met this girl and played with her for most of the summer. At the end of the summer, his Grandfather gave him his Grandmother's music box and explained to him that it was a magical music box, any woman who receives this music box shall spend a long, successful, prosperous life together and create and raise many healthy children. Party Guy buried the music box with his best girl friend, and vowed that one day when he inherits the farm that he will come find her and give her the music box, to show that he remembered their time together.
Chapter 1:
One day when Party Guy was hard at work in the factory, (he had forgotten his childhood, and his childhood love, and put whatever he experienced on that farm behind him.) when he learned of his Grandfather's death. He quickly signed out of work and went to go meet his father whom was waiting for him in his apartment in New York. "Father, what happened?" Party Guy asked as he breathlessly made his way into his apartment. "Your Grandfather has passed away and we are to go to the farm immediately." His father explained. "You should pack a few clothes, we'll be there, to pack his things and sell the farm, it's in shambles, and he hasn't been able to care for it since he fell ill of pneumonia." I nodded as I headed towards the bedroom. I pulled a sack out of the closet and stuffed a few pairs of pants and shirts into it and came back into the living room. "I'm ready." I announced as my father looked at the brown paper bag that I held in my hands. (My father and I were never able to get along, he was always jealous of my relationship with my Grandfather. Eventually he forbade me to ever visit him at his farm again.)