The walls are closing in...

[Pacox]

Hey there. We are looking for a hearthling with enough strength and equipment to break through a palisade, or someone willing to build a ram and break through.
Key word - I have made a huge mistake...

[TheTylerLee]

build a ram, and ram it.

[Pacox]

Not an ideal solution. We lack resources and need it down relatively quick.

[Pacox]

Someone? Anyone? The walls are getting closer... The grass... it speaks to me... Whats that Mr. Grass? My friend is plotting to eat me?? Well, we'll see what Mr. Bucket has to say about that!

[Pacox]

Mrs. Boat is hiding me now. The danger... The danger is real. I've heard Sir Bottle whispering things in his ear... Horrible things... I am no longer safe. Boot brothers betrayed me first but I was faster... Now i wear their maimed corpses on my feet; HA, who's skinned now?!! Only Mr. Bucket and Mrs. Boat are my allies... Whats that Mr. Bucket? Is it raining? is it snowing? is a hurricane a blowing? I cannot see, Mr. Bucket... Not a spec of light is showing... so... the danger must be growing! Are the fires of hell a glowing? is the grizzly reaper mowing? Yes!!! Yes, Mr. Bucket!!! The danger must be growing for the rowers keep on rowing and they’re certainly not showing any signs that they are slowing!!! Stop the boat!!! Stop, Mrs Boat STOOOOOOPP!!!

[chewie44444444]

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[Pacox]

Footsteps... Loud banging... in my head...? The end! It must be it! Mr Bucket... I tried... I, I... I love you Mr. Bucket... I always had... Even if your body is all dried up and the last drops of life seep out of you i still do... I... we shall dry up together thinking of better times... A good way to go... yes...
The crashing logs... The bright light...

[Shadow7168]

iirc can't like 2 or 3 people ram a pali?

Make hordes of alts.

[shotgunn902]

This thread is underappreciated

[Pacox]

...As I drew my last breath, time stopped. Bright light engulfed me and suddenly, I was alone floating somewhere. Mr Bucket was not near me... I was trully alone. Then out of that light, a voice called. It spoke not words, but sang a melody of light and colors, but I understood what it wanted to say to me nevertheless. I saw what had happened and a feeling of sadness overpowered me... Mr. Bucket passed away moments before me and when the angels came to take him Mr. Bucket spoke to them... He told them, that he would give up his eternal rest in heaven if they blew a second wind of life into me. The angels stopped and looked compassionately at each other, and they said... ok.
Now I stood alone in a presence of an entity which will remain forever beyond my grasp, listening to these wonderful sounds and sights. I knew what I had to do... New life doesn't come without a price and I knew what I had to do to pay mine. I awoke in my boat just moments before a powerful thunder bolt struck our wall. Our wall was wrecked and from the other side came foul demons, one with horns, one without face, one wearing a bear and one green as a moss and hairy like a sheep. I knew they came for me. Demons don't like when we cheat death and they lunged at me with their claws and teeth. I was ready for them! I clenched in my hand an axe of stoned stone and ripped my rags off. The battle was glorious! And after nearly a lifetime of bloody fighting, I stood victorious over the puddles of crusted blood. "This is for Mr. Bucket!!!" I shouted. I sat on my chair and when i caught my breath I went through the hole in the wall to the river to wash myself from blood and chopped demon-meat. As I held the water in my hands, I remembered Mr Bucket and knew that even if I am alive again, I would never feel alive without Mr. Bucket. And I wept.

In conclussion - Freedom comes to those who are not sane.