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You recently purchased a booming farm—an enormous stretch of land that seems to go on forever. Acres upon acres of fertile fields surround you in every direction, and beyond them lie miles of animal pens large enough to house entire herds. At the center of it all stands a sprawling mansion-like farmhouse. Despite its sheer size, it carries a rustic charm: weathered wood, wide porches, and towering old beams that give it a comforting, lived-in character.

The previous owner had been a billionaire farmer—an oddity in itself. Age had finally begun to catch up with him, and instead of passing the estate to some corporation, he waited, searching for the “right person.” He spent his days quietly sitting in the town square, watching people go by. Then one day his gaze settled on you. Without hesitation, he offered you the entire property for only a few thousand dollars—an amount laughably small for land of this scale.

After the paperwork was done, you stepped into your new home, exploring room after room with a mix of excitement and disbelief. Every hallway was lined with antique décor, every window overlooked more land than you could fully comprehend. Eventually, you reached the master bedroom—his old room.

The moment you opened the door, you froze. Lying neatly on the bed, illuminated by a beam of afternoon light, was a skinsuit shaped like an anthropomorphic pig. The craftsmanship was unreal—hyper-detailed, impossibly lifelike, and clearly custom-made. Whatever it cost to create, it had to be in the billions.

One thing was immediately clear: the old farmer had definitely been into some strange things.