they will be thankful when they get some female settlers :P
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they will be thankful when they get some female settlers :P
"Hi, my name's George. I'm a settler on your island. I just thought I'd share with you my thanks for all of the wondrous orange pumpkins you were able to gather for this last holiday event. I'm sure we'll be able to make some great pumpkin soup with all of the extras before they go bad!"
very cool of you to say that bout guild
thanks for saying that bout the guild matesQuote:
Originally Posted by NICNUS
I'm gathering Pine Logs.
I'm gathering Stone.
I build all the buildings, that we call home.
I bake the bread.
I fish the fish.
In the Provisions house we make a nice dish.
I'm gathering Water.
I'm gathering Wheat.
I grind out the Flour.
I make bread to eat!
I make the sausage,
From meat I am told.
I mine the copper.
And I mine the gold.
Iron and coal to keep forges hot.
Friaries make beer for the armies we've got.
Bowyers and smithies and stables around.
Make sure our generals don't give any ground.
We all work together.
And look like fat slobs.
But we give thanks to FerretKing who gives us all jobs!
Thanks for the bread we eat and no taxes.
I am thankful for the easiest supply of endless food!!! I am never hungry here!! And my Guildies Rock!!!
As I sit here at my great thanksgiving feast, I am really thinking of all I am thankful for. I love my job at the level 3 stable. I love my wife, my three children, and my beautiful room in this great noble residence. I am really missing my eldest son, he was a recruit, and lost his life fighting some terrible outlaws. I just am greatful for all the brave settlers, like my son, that have givin it all. Some very kind people in our guild drop by the stable to drop us off lunch. It really does make us want to work faster. Aunt Erma loves to bring us baskets full of goodies. What a great energy booster. Still havn't heard from my uncle Leo, he is a soldier in the army. Last I heard from him, he was going to fight a terrible witch in the swamplands. I do hope he and his friends are okay. The turkeys carved, the gravy is nice and warm, oh how I love my life on this safe little Island. Thankful for family, friends, and my safe little place, here with the settlers on this island. I cannot wait to see what next year has in store.
Thank you,
Stelvo Sumoni Krinjs
Chief Spokesperson: Doug
I have been elected to speak on behalf of our growing community. It is important to give many thanks for all the wonders that have made our community strong and keep us striving in dangerous times. We are grateful for the fish in the ocean the crops in our fields and the support of other great communities that allow us to trade in times of need.
We would like to also share our gratitude for all of our valiant soldiers alive and those who have given their lives to expand our borders. Their sacrifice is not in vain and our children's children will know their sacrifice so that they could live in noble homes and play safely in the fields. If not for them we would not be where we are today our fish would be depleted and we would not have the resources to have advanced our society to where we are today.
To our explorer, always finding us treasures and risking his life to let us know what is beyond the safety of our kingdom our hats off to you and your steadfast bravery.
We are also entirely grateful to the Gods that make this all possible Kaly and the rest of the UBI gods and demi gods to whom we sacrifice 10 deer every year on Thanksgiving
As the sun sets on yet another cloudless day, the settlers gather with their pitchforks, sickles, axes, pickaxes, shovels and torches. Slowly, silently they march, gaining numbers as they pass by the various farms, woodcutters, mines, etc. ( and bakeries, who emerged with large wooden paddles, crying the old Monty Python cheer "A Spanking! A Spanking! but were quickly shushed by the others in the crowd ). Oh yeah, and they passed by the various armouries, and the barracks, each place adding more settlers to the mass, this time with sharp pointy things
When at last they stopped in front of the Mayor's house, the spokes-settler was shoved to the front of the horde. "Lord Mayor!" he cried out, "We've come to complain about all the weather!" "Do ya realize it ain't rained once since we got here?" "Do you know how many wells we have dug, only to have each and every one fail after a mere 1500 or so trips with a bucket?" "Have you no heart? buy us some watermill to help pull the water, and some silo's to store our grain!"
And the Lord Mayor, ( after quickly counting all the gleaming metal points shining in the torchlight ) said: "Why look, I just happened to find some Gems and Pumpkins!" And so he bought watermills, and silos, and even a few schools.
And the settlers were happy, perhaps even thankful, not to have to dig so many wells, and the farmers fields did not go barren nearly so quickly.
At last, thought the Lord Mayor, now I can concentrate on plotting and scheming, with a little architecture thrown in for fun.
What does it take to become an old, or perhaps a not-new member?
I want to thank you for food I got, house I have, .... that God given me
My settlers have many things to be grateful for. First and foremost, the majority of the recruits (read cannon fodder) are lured in with lots and lots of bread so the native inhabitants of my island tend to live longer.
Second, they share in productive jobs like well building and bronze sword making (although why it isn't cost effective to get my whole army decent weapons I don't understand).
Third, my settlers are grateful for their immortality. They can go without food, water or restroom facilities and never die(unless they're recruits, then they're hosed). They like to eat, and it makes them more productive, but, unless they're working on something expensive, I let the inbreeds starve.
Forth my settlers are grateful one of the generals decided to show his true colors as a Grim Reaper. It was pretty clear that's what they were when 500 people would leave and only 200 would come back. Just nice to have the true colors show.
And finally fifth, my settlers are grateful for the contact they get through the guild. The realize how good they have it and work even harder for me as they hear news of other islands where their dictators are less benign compared to me. I assume that's why a friends food last longer. Maybe it's just they get to have relations with the people bringing the baskets, sandwiches and fish platters. So a little happy afterglow to speed them onto their work.
Thanks for the endless, monotonous, repetitive jobs. Thanks for having no women on the entire island. Thank you for conscripting us settlers the second we arrive to send on your greedy military campaigns. Ever think to ask if we want to attack a passive group of people doing nothing to us?
But hey, at least we have endless beer and bread. You can see by our guts that we love carbs. Best to keep us fat and drunk to deal with your totalitarian dictatorship.
At this time of Thanksgiving we pause
to count our blessings.
The freedom of this great
country in which we live.
It's opportunity for achievement.
The friendship and confidence
you have shown in us.
For all of these things
we are deeply thankful.
Our best wishes for a
Happy Thanksgiving
I want to first give God all the glory for the food I eat,the roof over my head,the family and friends I have.The freedom to be able to share my views and to be able to say what I want.I thank God for my Daughter ,which I don't deserve.I thank my mom for taking me in,I am disabled and don't make enough money to live on my own.I'm thankful for all the people in all countries.People are what makes the world go around.I pray for peace everywhere.I'm thankful for UBI and all the people that do all the hard work to make these games, and all the games I can play to fill my day.Thx ladies and Gents,May God be with you and yours.Love brother Jeff
I am thankful for the bounty of meat, flour and brew. For the opportunity to work hard to contribute to my village. And for the brave general and his army that defends us from bandits.
I am thankful to settlers which gave me a chance to meet new friends, virtual and real, when life seemed dull.
I am EXTREAMLY THANKFUL for the chance that was given to all of us LOYAL, lawful sovereign, to participate in your "bang-up" TEST SERVER, that "bestowed"upon us a CORNUCOPIA of delectable goodies, that we used to increase the character of our settlements...
[COLOR="rgb(160, 82, 45)"]My people are Thankful for[/COLOR]
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1) Their husband is trained as a soldier and not a recruit
2) Their children are not in mines when it is about to collapse
3) There are no DUI, under aged drinking, because only those in battle gets to drink
4) They all live in noble houses, because i can't trust them with their own residences
5) Their entire food supply can be made by 4 combinations fish, bread, deer, pumpkins.
6) In order to be a tree hugger, they have to kill a tree and make a tree house.
7) They have non sources of entertainment but work!
8) All women are kept inside!
9) The tavern stays at level 1 forever! [/COLOR]
when Joe was a kid, he lived with his brother,mother, and father. he lived in a one room house,so you can see he didn't have a lot at all. Now that he is a adult he wanted to make sure that the settlers in the kingdom didn't live the way he did when he was growing up. Joe is a very hard worker, he works as a baker at the bakery in the kingdom. He loves the way the kingdom was expanding. He has great friends in the kingdom, Joe was very thankful for his bakery, with out it they wouldn't be here.Yes maybe they don;t have any turkey running around for them to cook and eat this thanksgiving , but Joe know they could still have a great thanksgiving with out the turkey. We have deer ,water, beer, and pie. that is what Joe made for the settlers this thanksgiving. He wanted to show that he was very thankful this year for all the tings he had this year.Like his friends, all the settlers in the kingdom, When the feast was put on the table all the settlers set around and laghing, feeling there belil, an told stories of the past. Joe know that his parents would be very proud of there oldest son.He know that settlers need to see that someone cared about the kingdom.
From, Joe an the settlers
We hope you have a great thanksgiving Day
The settlers are thankful for bread and brew,
the fields that provide them the wheat-
The table stuffed with hearty food,
The taste cannot be beat!
Each morning, I awaken to the sound of the woodcutters chopping down trees around the village. The warm smell of bread cooking in the ovens (I like that part the most) and the sound of wagons constantly bringing in valued treasures from the mines! We work very hard, but our lives here—are so wonderful! I cannot imagine a place I would love to be right now, more than right here! It wasn't always been this way though...
I first recall when we settled here; we had not much of anything at all. Just the clothes on our backs and a few supplies in our wagons. The turtle jerky was real good, Mmmm Mmmm! But, the land here is rich! We settled down to camp and was able to fish the shore for some food. There was also plenty of game in the forest as well! We were starting to make a simple, but decent life for ourselves here until THEY showed up!
The raiders!!! It seemed like they were everywhere! We did our best to hold them off and protect our families and supplies. One day a brave man came to town and showed us how to fashion better weapons and how to build better mines! Why he even knew where those bandit camps were laid out and showed us best how to get rid of them before they knew what hit them! He showed us the best fishing spots, were the good mines were! Not just those stone quarries but also the iron ones too! He did so many things for us and showed us so many new things! We made him our new Mayor! Oh, we didn't have one before, but he sure fit the part!
Slowly we were able to prosper and grow! Soon we were hunting those nasty raiders and sending them running for the hills! Oh boy, if you could have only seen 'em running with their tails tucked! Heeheehee!
Well, I am old now and I ain't had no sight since that first attack we took. But, I hearsay the village has grown very beautiful and their ain't no raider camps around here no more. We even got a school now for the young ones! I can hear the happiness in all the voices of the children playing and I know it's all thanks to our mayor who guided us to where we are today. We have come a long way and I am thankful for our great mayor who made life so wonderful for us to today!
Enough about that though, you look hungry! Come on in and have some roasted rabbid with the rest of us and tell us your story!
The smell of turkey came from the oven and fresh bread cooling on the window sill, Max sat at the table his hands folded in prayer he though back on his life and everything he had to give thanks for... He was a small boy, frail and weak unlike the other children in the orphanage. He didn't run and play, skip or jump, for those things made him tired and out of breath. He didn't throw the ball or swing the bat like the other boys, for he wasn't big and strong. He sat and read his books under an old tree. when people would come to adopt kids they would all stand up straight and smile, but max being the smallest would always get passed over. He stayed at the orphanage well past his sixth year as all of the other kids, the few he liked and even the ones that were mean to him were adopted. When one day a young couple who could have no children of their own came to the orphanage. The other children all showed off how strong they were or how well they played as he sat under the old tree and read his book for he had no illusions of being adopted. One of the nursemaids came over to him and said, "Max would you please come into the office with me?" When max arrived he saw the young couple a man with a kind face, short dark hair and a goatee, the woman very pretty with long red hair that swished down to her waist. They smiled as he entered and asked him if he would like to go home with them. He blinked and his eyes went wide as he asked, "Do you truly mean it?" He explained that he wasn't fast or strong, and didn't run and play like the other children. the could said to him that those things weren't important to them all they cared about was that they needed him and it looked like he needed them too. The couple lived in a small house, but for the first time in his life Max had his own room all to himself. They weren't rich, as his new father was a baker by trade though they lived comfortably.... Many years later Max a baker by trade as his adopted father had been before him stood before the hearth waiting for the mornings bread to be done. His father, his dark hair now thin and gray sat at the table eating his morning porridge. His mother her pretty face now slightly wrinkled with age and long red hair cut shorter and graying moved about the house doing her morning chores as she always did. A knock came to the door and as Max opened it he saw Sasha the pretty girl from down the street he had been courting for some time, he had almost forgotten today was the day he was supposed to take her on a picnic in the field! He pulled the bread from the oven to cool on the windowsill Sasha had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, she seemed to be able to make even the plainest dress come alive and shine. They walked to the field and spread out an old blanket under an old tree much like the one Max had sat under at the orphanage. He laid the basket with their lunch down as Sasha sat down on the blanket he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled the small gold ring he had saved for months to buy. Max took her hand as he knelt down and asked her to marry him.... They were married the very next spring as the flowers and the trees began to come to life... A few years later after trying so hard to have children of their own, much as Max's parents before them they were unable to concieve. Max and Sasha went to the old orphanage where the old tree still stood in the play yard. Under the tree sat a young pair of twins, who like Max weren't the fastest or strongest. They smiled at each other and decided to take the twins home with them..... The Thanksgiving prayer said Max opened his eyes, old and tired he looked around the room at his family. his parents had been gone for many years but he still had Sasha, her smile still soft though her blonde hair had faded to white, her eyes still sparkled not showing the age in them. The twins Remy and Jules were there, with their families. Remy had taken over the bakery when Max had became too old to keep up with the orders. His wife Trixie was a very pretty girl and they had a lovely little girl named Lilly. Jules had grown bigger and stronger as he got a bit older and joined the local militia. The hero of several raids on the bandit camps that had plagued their small village he had married into nobility, catching the eye of a local dukes daughter, and having three children of his own two sons and a daughter. Max sat back as the plates were being filled and said another small prayer of thanks in his head for there were many things to be thankful for... His family that he had now, his adopted mother and father and the bakery they had left him, the orphanage that he came from and would later adopt children of his own from, and even the old tree that stood guardian over the smaller, frailer children that didn't run and play like the others.
Wolfgang sat down with his family for dinner, he looked over the heaps of sausage and bread, clean water, and huge jugs of beer, and those little fish he liked so much.
We must give thanks he said.
Thanks for watching over me when I was a pirate,
Thanks for this little village that took us in.
Thanks for my nice steady job in the Butchers,
Thanks for keeping me out of the army
and thanks for the huge tavern where we can all go for beer
I'm thankful for my friends (Guild mates) everything is come after them. I learned people are generally good, and want to help. There is hope for humanity...:o).
We are thankful that the hunting grounds and fishing holes are magically replenished before running dry!
Thank heaven it was all a grand mistake! Just a "server maintenance thing" is what I was told by the Mayor. You should have seen the look on my face when Otto returned with tales of a wicked witch in a grand and evil castle on a faraway island! He watched many of his comrades fall, but thank the gods that he survived!
-Greta
I am thankful the sun is always shining and my settlers are always working hard.
I am thankful for U.
Governor SamSwordSlinger stood up at the end of the main long table where the settler masses had assembled for a Feast. Sam cleared his throat and said...
"Let us give thanks for these piles of Fish and Wild Animal Sausage sandwiches, which for some unknown reason make us work harder and faster, and especially the Brew to wash the horrible taste out of our mouths.
Let us also give thanks that there hasn't been a Cat o Nine tails invented for a buff."
The multitude then intoned the response, "everything created is labor intensive."
my daddyoois thankful for evry thing we have in life cause if it wasnt for god we wouldnt be here
As the Lady of this shire, I would like to give thanks this day to our maker for all that has been given to us in this harsh new land that we are settling. From the venison sausage, to the plentiful lakes, to a plentious forest of pine for our fires and furnaces. As we give thanks for these blessings and much more on this wonderful day we also pray for the homeless bandits that roam our land, may they perish like the mangy cur dogs that they are.
I am thankful that my children are all safe and have a roof over their head and food in their stomachs
Gina had been working for hours, days and weeks. She had done her best to harvest deadly nice pumpkins from the local cemetaries. 'Special in all kinds of ways', she said to herself. If she could manage to save 500 or so, she knew a magical effect of the pumpkins COULD make her dream come true: a full size silo for her crop. Gina had many mouths to feed, and the silo would help her alot during hard times. Despite the hard work for gathering the pumpkins she was sure they would repay manyfold.
Gina got her 500 pumpkins, and was daydreaming of her silo to come when a friend came by, with a long sad face. 'Why so sad?' the friendly Gina said. The friend told her a long story, whereas he also had dreamt of gathering pumpkins from his local cemetary. His dream was to hoard enough pumpkins and call for the service of a mighty general to lead his troops. 'That is a mighty good dream!' said Gina. 'Yes, yes, I think so myself. But it is just too much work, I will never make it', said her friend. Gina didn't hesitate for a second, she knew what needed be done. She gave away all her pumpkins to help out her friend, who turned out to be overwhelmed by joy, and couldn't thank enough for her help.
Gina was looking at the local market, day out and day in, hoping to find some more magical pumpkins, again trying to raise 500 for her dream to come true, but she wasn't very successful. 'Yes yes, it WAS a good thing my friend got his dream fullfilled, even though my own didn't come true' she told her own mind. Days went, and little happened regarding the pumpkins, the silo was even somewhat forgotten, when all of a sudden her queen sent a letter saying: 'For your kind deed of helping out your friend, you shall be blessed with 500 new pumpkins'. Silence..... Gina was paralyzed, and didn't have words, was she dreaming now, or was this really happening? She looked at the trade with 500 lovely magical pumpkins, couldn't take her eyes of them...
A short moment later a huge silo stood ready, and it pleased Gina so much she had to cry a little. Most of all for the help her queen had given. 'Thank you my queen Gal, for all you are for so many'.
A young settler boy went into the kitchen on the morning of Thanksgiving and asked his mother why they didn't celebrate with his entire family. Mother was stuffing the turkey. The oven was preheating behind her, lofting a sour odor of petrified grease and lye soap.
"Our family can't all be together," mother said, reaching deep inside the turkey with her big spoon. "My sisters live on another server and Uncle Bill lives on several islands across the way. We don't even have a big enough table anyway. But we have Aunt Lilly and we have Dad and me and you and Jeremy."
"And the Cat," I added.
"No!" she shouted, and then gathered herself with a smile. "Thanksgiving is for people, dear."
"Why? Why can't cats be there?” I knew my cat would crouch beneath my chair and lick my ankles and wait for me to pass whatever I didn't want to eat.
"Larry, you know how Aunt Lilly is, she thinks your cat is bad luck. I don't know why you can't understand."
“I understand she is a do do head!”
“Larry! I don’t believe my ears boy! Now listen, one more time I will explain. Since your cat came to be here, the Island Master has sent many of our family and friends off to fight. Most have died, and we need to be thankful that your father is still here. I just wished we could here from your brother Mark. He was sent to fight that nasty old bandit leader Chuck two days ago; oh I hope he is okay. Anyways, that is why Aunt Lilly doesn’t like your cat.”
“But mom, what does my cat have to do with that?”
“Well nothing really, Aunt Lilly is just superstitious, that’s all.”
“Superstitious?”
“Yes boy, now run along!”
"Thanksgiving is a time to count our blessings," mother said. She had filled the cavity of the turkey and was pasting the stuffing mixture onto the shoulder. Heat from the oven made a puddle around the still-thawing bird. Mother's hair stuck to the back of her neck. "What are you grateful for?" she asked.
“My iron sword daddy gave me for my birthday!” I exclaimed. None of my friends had one; they had wooden swords or bonze but not an iron sword. Since my dad was a blacksmith, he made me one from scraps of iron left over.
"You have a lot to be grateful for, Larry. We all do," she said, sculpting the curves with more stuffing. We're all in good health. You're doing well in school. We have food on our table, a roof over our heads. And your brother is doing better. He's making progress."
Until recently I'd had no idea Jeremy needed to do better. I knew my brother was different from me. He seemed to speak a secret language that only doorknobs, candles and glasses of liquid could comprehend, and he seemed to be able to speak to them through his mind without words. I'd felt selfish for wanting to lure him out of his distant thoughts and engage him in laughter or a game or a book. Now I know that it was a good thing, an important thing, to get Jeremy to pay attention to people.
That was the reason we'd gotten our cat. Our neighbor's kitty had come through our kitchen window one morning. Jeremy had crept toward it and touched its nose, then laughed. He tried to make his arm stick out behind him like a tail. He put his face up to its whiskers, and then chased the cat around our place laughing with abandon. We'd never seen him so outgoing.
This must have posed an awful dilemma for my father, the needs of his sick son versus the comfort of his dear sister Lilly. She was my father's second mother (there parent’s died from bandits when he was 5 years old) and since she'd become a widow she visited us every Sunday.
The day after Jeremy's first encounter with the neighbor's cat we were out looking for a one ourselves, when we got one Jeremy named it "Cat."
My brother let her sleep on his pillow, but if mother and father had expected a radical change -- if they thought Jeremy would start to converse with us or respond when we tried to make contact with him -- then they must have been horribly disappointed. Jeremy still spent most of his time staring at objects, humming to himself, rocking methodically.
And whenever Aunt Lilly came to visit, the cat was locked in a back room, forever consigned to remain out of her sight and beyond her awareness.
"Why are you stuffing the outside?" I asked mother as she padded the turkey's thighs with her big spoon.
"Never mind," she said.
"I thought stuffing goes inside."
"Don't worry about it, Larry."
"But why?"
Cat jumped onto the counter and perched a few feet from the turkey. "Get down!" mother screamed with a carving knife in hand. "Get out!" She stomped her feet and she scattered in off..
"I know why the turkey has holes in it!" I said, remembering how mother had screamed the same way at Cat earlier that morning. "I know why you put stuffing on the outside."
"Larry," she said, admonishing me with her index finger, "If you say anything to Aunt Lilly..."
I was glad -- Cat had gotten to have her turkey. She’d gotten to celebrate Thanksgiving. She was apart of our family after all.
When carved, the turkey showed no evidence of its missing flesh. Still, father carried it to the dining room table with a tormented expression. Aunt Lilly sipped brew and widened her eyes with excitement. I watched her eat; certain she would know Cat had gotten to it first. Mother saw me staring and kicked me under the table.
Jeremy gazed into his plate and stabbed the meat with his fork pushing it into his mouth with the other hand. He hummed, smiling at the ceiling with each big swallow. Mother told him to slow down. Father asked him if he enjoyed the food. Jeremy smiled at the ceiling and lowered his face toward the plate, lifting cranberry relish to his lips. Aunt Lilly made a light remark about him being a growing boy. Everyone looked at my full plate, my empty mouth.
I tried to sneak some of the turkey onto Jeremy's plate, but mother caught me and slapped my wrist. No dessert if I don’t finish it all. I tried to persuade myself to eat. I pretended that I was Cat on the kitchen counter last night. All meat is good -- even if it's frozen!
I said, "Meow," and my brother looked up smiling. I propped my hands atop my head like cat ears and ate with my face in the plate. "Meow! Meow!"
Aunt Lilly gasped. Mother kicked her foot into my shin. I picked up my face and told her I was sorry. Mashed potatoes were stuck to my cheeks. Jeremy looked up from his plate and smiled. "Cat," he said, laughing, then stood up, knocking his chair backward, and ran away.
Father followed, shouting, "No!"
Jeremy ran back in shrieking, "Meow." The cat was behind him. Cat leapt onto the table then dove under my chair. Aunt Lilly cowered, then stiffened and mumbled as if encased within a wall of ice.
"Get out!" I told Cat”. Mother went after them with a big fork. I snatched the meat off my plate and placed it on Jeremy’s plate.
Father knelt next to his sister who was unable to speak. Jeremy sat back down next to them. “It's OK," my brother said. "Aunt Lilly, don't be afraid. Cat just wants to lick you."
Jeremy was nearly 11 years old and it was the first time he had spoken a complete sentence, the first time he'd expressed concern about anyone.
My parents stared, unable at first to comprehend the enormity of their Thanksgiving blessing.
Mom started crying, and then mumbled, “If only Mark was here to witness this.”
There was a below from across the room, “But momma, I am here and I did get to hear Jeremy speak!”
Mom, dad, and Aunt Lilly screamed in a startled voice. I looked over and saw my big brother Mark. At once, everyone jumped up and ran to him. There was a lot of hugging and kissing. Mom and dad were ecstatic; it was hard to believe two miracles at once and on Thanksgiving Day no less.
Jeremy spoke up; again startling everyone, “Welcome home brother Mark, and Happy Thanksgiving.”
Cat ran up to Aunt Lilly and Mark, cuddling Aunt Lilly’s leg. I expected an another scream, but Aunt Lilly bent over and picked Cat up, petting her, Aunt Lilly handed Cat some turkey.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!
Thank you for the countless hours that i can play this game and grind horses, bread and adventures
Thank You for allow us to belong to a guild that is ran by its members and not a power hungry king.Thank You for all the bread ,water,sausage we can eat and a roof over our heads.Thanks for not selling out to those who what to make everything about power at the cost of friendships and most important Thanks for being my friend.
I am thankful that I've just been upgraded to a level 3 mason, so now I'm stronger, tougher, and can carry more.
I'm thankful to the dev team for the TO, thank God i don't have to use a 400 unit slider every 10 minutes anymore!!!