 | | Recommended | by Bart
4.6 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.7 years ago | Last Played 7.7 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, the older I became... As the fire ceased to be, I ceased to be; my old soul was finally free.
- Died at 58, by his fire, somewhere, alone.
Great game, I'll definitely keep playing. I can't wait to see what happens in the future, the updates that are going to come out and etc... Very excited.
(Hope you enjoyed the little anecdotal poem haha) |
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