William Unsicker

Ah, a few days ago I went prospecting, and found a hot spot for cassiterite. Along with that, the spot was chock full of copper. And so I started digging. Down, Down and Down I went, past a layer of olivine and I found myself in a cave. There in that cave was copper and tin, the materials necessary to make bronze. So I melted the copper and melted the tin and pored myself an anvil. With that anvil I forged myself a saw. However I discovered that my fields were almost ready to be harvested. Blast, there is always more work to be done.

C is also just a useful key. Ps. I am back from vacation.

Made this for school. Ps. Do be careful about external links. https://youtu.be/zGLPzdj4kKw

And my story is complete fiction. Maybe based of the game a little. But it is still fiction. (I wrote it for film.)

Oh, also LadyWYT has a point.

Yet, sealed lanterns would need some source of oxygen, or else they would extinguish themselves. What's more is that lanterns are crafted using glass, so it would be nice to have more recipes that can use glass. Oh, and I want Pipes for fluids.

Ha, Now that's good. Personal Narrative?

Feel Free to add to the story. Ps. I will be off for winter break.

Diary -Johannes Starwatcher 3, May, 1742. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I met a man today who was obviously a bit off. He kept talking about monsters in the forest and of creatures that could not possibly exist. Still though, I have my fears: Something feels wrong. My dreams as of late have been off. Well my nightmares really. They have been strange, filled with visions of a strange world: One that is entirely wrong. Gears, turning in strange ways, Eldritch Horrors that are Hungry. Wheels within wheels, fires within fires. A ship in the void. A clock ticking endlessly. The North Star, Polaris. Argh! What am I saying? Of course it means nothing! And yet, the farmers have been complaining of strange sounds; Of Creatures wandering the countryside at night; and of men vanishing without a trace. Can it be true? Is the world really in danger? Can it be stopped? _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

I wrote more of a story for creative film, and will be posting it in the story section.

You know, modern bread does not taste as good a homemade bread. Can we bring back Ainchente bread? Turnip Soup? Hearty red-meat-stew? There are so many types of medieval fare that would probably taste good, but have been lost. Lets bring back medieval fare!

This belongs in the story section. It is on topic.

Poke it with a spear and run out of mele distance, preferably furthur. It may be wise to equip a spear to slot number one.

I wake to find a world rich in color. Is this a dream? The last thing I can remember is the world going to Rot. No, this can't be. What has happened? Wait, I remember now, the Great Kracken War. My, by the Wanderer's grace. My name is Obseneath. I am a part of Polaris Crew. I need to help protect survivors.