Scary world

So after a few times of playing in the same spot. I decided to see if I could find a new spot for home.
I wandered off from home, and went north. I went through the barren mountain lands, braving bears and wolves, before I found a little place, and then decided that I was going to be a nomad, until I almost got speared by a boar, and then catching yellow fever. Afterwards I was thinking I should just go back home. So I managed to safely make my way back home, just as I gotten old. I was happy to be back home, with my pots and hearth and farm. I was thrilled to see my Berry bushes, and the pig that decided to take up residence in my stew farm. It wasn’t long before I died, but I died happy.
At home.


Your house is your best friend.