 | | Recommended | by enemyshoes
4.7 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.0 years ago | Last Played 10 months ago |
born in to a word, had no idea about anything, ran around eat all their food clicked on random things, tried to make fire took 50 years couldn't make fire died of starvation at age 50.
would waste 50 years to try and make fire agian. |
| | Recommended | by Snipe
4.7 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.6 years ago | Last Played 7.6 years ago |
-Me farming.
-People join me.
-We have a huge community.
-a wild bear appears.
-eats everybody.
-I left alone and die.
10 out of 10 would die alone again. |
| | Recommended | by YANU
4.7 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.1 years ago | Last Played 7.1 years ago |
Soooo hard to play and people start to kill each other when a tribe is built |
| | Recommended | by cAROLE
4.7 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.0 years ago | Last Played 7.7 years ago |
I TRIED
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| | Recommended | by fyi
4.6 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.2 years ago | Last Played 8.2 years ago |
Really awesome game. Quite frantic, but oddly endearing. Carrot farms for the win! |
| | Recommended | by Rixy
4.6 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.1 years ago | Last Played 8.1 years ago |
First time playing with a mate. this is the bomb digity |
| | Recommended | by Venus
4.6 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.2 years ago | Last Played 8.1 years ago |
I dont know what this text is about. But I will describe my life.
I was born in a middle class town with at least 3 families. We got sheeps and carrots and a funny face. Nothing to special. But we made really well on the carrots.
I got 2 children. The quite Xavier and the busy Lynda. Xavier did ... stuff I never seen or understand. While Lynda murdered our last living neighbor. At this p... |
| | Recommended | by Bart
4.6 hours on record |
| | Posted 8.2 years ago | Last Played 8.2 years ago |
Born, raised, given a job... Went out three carrots packed - ready to face my duty. Only to find out I was hopeless and lost. I found land that once belonged to a tribe long gone, this was now where I belong. Farmed, explored, and sat by the fire, a man on his lonesome with not a soul around. I organized all that I own for the next to come, and back at the fire I looked again - the dimmer it grew,... |
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