Hi! I'm Oliver the EIGHTH. I know little about my ancestors, only rumours overheard from my neighbours.
The fifth was raised in a collective. He was three weeks old when an EPIDEMIC broke out. There were no survivors.
Grandpa perished in an accidental DROP (suicide wasn't ruled out). Never met my dad, but I hear he was a bad lot, ROTTEN to the core.
This story was inspired by real events. Certain names have been changed to protect the character's identity. No plants were harmed during production. If you liked this story let me know and share it with other plant killers lovers out there!