by jorb » Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:54 am
Raephire puttin' the dust on me down Caketown way. Laketown lighting the first Idol. Goons, in my farm, raiding it. Saving many people built in by wicker baskets. Houses were cheap. The Longhouse, ah, the Longhouse. Rollbacks at every crash. No scents left whatsoever by crimes. I manually handed out mines. After a while we made them buildable anywhere. Mines in mines with houses in mines in houses with cellars. That was actually kind of cool, though. Building underground should be made possible again.
"The psychological trials of dwellers in the last times will be equal to the physical trials of the martyrs. In order to face these trials we must be living in a different world."
-- Hieromonk Seraphim Rose