RandomCrazyChick
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So I have been wandering through the world of Cirgard for 31 days now and I figured I would jot down my travels through the ages, the hardship, friendship, goods and FP hunts.
From the moment I figured out how to join a guild by sacrificing a significant amount of my hourly appearing FP, I became a minion under the leadership of the Mighty Minions. If it wasn't for these for the most part complete strangers taking me in and guiding me I would have surely met a grim and painful death.
During my time in the bronze age I found that finding peeps to lock up in my tiny settlement 'the Asylum' is not that difficult. Throw some mud together...form something of a roof, call it a hut and here they are ready to eagerly get to work and donate whatever supplies they make to my miniony self. If they get pouty, throw a tree at them and they'll stop and stare at it and it will give them meaning in their endless days. If only enthusiasm came that easy to me.
I did not get to spend long in these simple times where space, buildings and happiness were abundant....Iron age turned out to be a whole different matter, but more on that next time. For the work of a minion is never complete.
From the moment I figured out how to join a guild by sacrificing a significant amount of my hourly appearing FP, I became a minion under the leadership of the Mighty Minions. If it wasn't for these for the most part complete strangers taking me in and guiding me I would have surely met a grim and painful death.
During my time in the bronze age I found that finding peeps to lock up in my tiny settlement 'the Asylum' is not that difficult. Throw some mud together...form something of a roof, call it a hut and here they are ready to eagerly get to work and donate whatever supplies they make to my miniony self. If they get pouty, throw a tree at them and they'll stop and stare at it and it will give them meaning in their endless days. If only enthusiasm came that easy to me.
I did not get to spend long in these simple times where space, buildings and happiness were abundant....Iron age turned out to be a whole different matter, but more on that next time. For the work of a minion is never complete.