oh man... i hated that place...
"Beer for a torch!"
i only had...3 torches or somethin?
and soon realized i was stuck, then
was rolling around drunk in the waters
by the RoB until the person who one
day would bring me into the game as
a silk mass producer(highq too), tree
planter, farmer, tailor, hunter, archer
... and my personal favorite.... she
told me about killing other players
And i created pantsing.
From that day forth all orphans were
supplied with pants, and no fool would
dare to steal for pain of wandering back
to his encampment, alive, but half naked
and labeled as a thief by my mark of the
pantsless
Oh how times have changed
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