 | | Recommended | by TheCooperJ
14.7 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.5 years ago | Last Played 3.4 years ago |
I was raised by a mother who left as I hit puberty. Then an elderly gentlemen gifted me his clothes, his backpack, and all his belongings before telling me to carry on his legacy as a lowly carrot farmer. I know not how to farm carrots, and in my elders haste they failed to teach me. I watched as the civilization I was born unto crumbled around me. I and another female were the sole successors to the land. We married, and she couldn't bare child so she ran away into the forest. I was left cold, alone, with a backpack from my forefathers and a will to live and carry on the legacy of the great men who came before me. I picked up the last of my people's supply of carrots and ventured off into the wilderness to find someone, anyone, to teach me to farm carrots. I wandered for 20 years and found nothing but crumbled homes and desolate villages. At 50 years old I was eaten by a wolf. 12 out of 10 would carrot farm again. |
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