A peasant in 1400 trying to keep their kids from wandering through the woods alone: Every single blade of grass is intelligent, aware, and thirsty for human blood.
An eighteenth century author, scribbling down everyone’s grandma’s death grass story: Ok there’s a lot of overlap so I’m going to compress all the death grass stories into one creature and uhhhhh give the story a moral
A nineteenth century fiction author: There’s a tiny flying grass baby who loves you and kisses your knees when you skin them.
21st century fiction authors: The BLOODMAN is an ancient evil that has gone unchecked for CENTURIES. He comes from the forest. He returns to the forest. Forget everything you know about tiny flying grass babies; BLOODMAN is coming
21st century fanfiction authors: I want to fuck BLOODMAN. Here’s a 20k slow burn fic about it.
accurate except how much grass do you actually find in the woods? The death grass attacks children who wander through meadows
