Breezes Of Spring

It’s the most magical time of the year. The time at winter’s end, when your sleepy hilltop village gathers together to awaken the gods of springtime. 

At the Festival Of Farts.

Only the most thunderous and cheek slapping eruptions shall rouse the gods from their slumber to bless the new growing season. By the end of the festival, the winner will be adorned with the coveted laurel Sphincter; and have many favourable attentions lavished upon them by the fair maidens/hunky dudes of the village, whichever they prefer. 

Just remember, don’t push too hard