a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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I was Trey Good
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When I got into the Good town, I could tell that things were really not that good after all. A desperate water shortage, an unfinished oil rig, a fractional distiller still in pieces on the ground, and everything scattered everywhere. However, it did have a finished diesel pump installed in the well, just no way to run it. This town desperately needed oil and it seemed that someone was set on stopping them from getting there. Not to mention, food was running out; the berry bushes were empty and people were eating the gathered carrots just to survive.
I first decided we needed pipes to finish the oil rig. But lo and behold, someone had stolen the blade for the bore. Fine. I'll make a new one. But what do you know, someone also stole the file. Fine, I'll make a file. Well, someone hid the bow and arrow far away. I hate griefers.
I finally find the bow and kill the goose. Guess what! No kindling, no axe, no hatchet. This is where mama Rosie saved the day. We had no milkweed in town and she told me she had seen some far to the northwest. It took a little while but we got there and made one rope. I told her "You're the best" and headed back to town to make a hatchet. Once the kindling was done, I finally cooked that stupid goose
I make the file, make the blade, finish the pipes, finish the distiller, finish the rig... struck oil. Yes! But the next problem arises: there is no water left to actually run the rig. I decide to take a bucket and bowl and run into the middle of nowhere, filling ten scoops, while the goose seemed passively irritated at my presence. I finally got the oil rig running, take it back for distilling. This is my moment of victory! The town has no food, no water. Everyone on the brink of starvation and I was going to bring this town back from ruin. I run with a tank of kerosene in my hands and a smile on my face, shouting "We did it!" I arrive at the well.....
And there is a tank of kerosene already sitting there. So....
Whoever beat me to distilling some kerosene, good job saving the Goods. And to mama Rosie, thanks for the milkweed. (And for the gold! Sorry, I never did get to make a crown.)
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In surprised you didn't get killed for being a greedy megalomaniac fucker for making a blade
Good job Adela , been running short on positive stories of late
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