Tales form the new world.

[Miganders]

One day i woke up, ate breakfast, and tried logging on H&H (my currently daily routine does not consist of much else. my life is that content rich.)
I got the message that my client was outdated, logged on the forums read the post informing the arrival of The Social Republic of World 5. Then i raged a little about the LP system and logged on.
After walking bemused around for a little while i decided to raid an anthill. while running away from the devilish little critters i came across a most unpleasant inhabitant of the forest. a bear.
the bear naturally wasn't too pleased with my intrusion into its territory and decided snapping my hearthlings neck would probably the wisest thing to do. it was a rather humane death, my hearthling barely even realizing hes imminent death.

Later, my new hearthling met up with a bunch of nice, English speaking folks whom had just set up camp. then the servers crashed and i did not play H&H any more that day.
Next day i found that the party had moved. It was a rather sad moment when i realized that they had not moved onto a plateau of magic candy floss and hapiness as my dreams had promised me.

Anyway, im just rambling.

[cerulean19]

"Tails form the new world."

And then Jorb and Loftar said, let us take all the tails from all the animals left to rot during the hunting sprees of the third and fourth worlds. We shall weave them together, and they shall form the heaths, moors, forests, and swamps of the new world. The world shall be reborn from their rotting carcasses.

Then Jorb looked down and declared, "My manliness shall be memorialized in every lake of this world." And it was so.

[Treadstone]

ramble ramble ramble ramble

amirite?

[Grog]

"Tails form the new world."

And then Jorb and Loftar said, let us take all the tails from all the animals left to rot during the hunting sprees of the third and fourth worlds. We shall weave them together, and they shall form the heaths, moors, forests, and swamps of the new world. The world shall be reborn from their rotting carcasses.

Then Jorb looked down and declared, "My manliness shall be memorialized in every lake of this world." And it was so.

i like this story. has some sense of trouth

[Mopstar]

Then Jorb looked down and declared, "My manliness shall be memorialized in every lake of this world." And it was so.

im still recovering after looking at the world maps, the things i saw