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My Settlers goals are as follows : 1. Get rid of those pesky tree stumps, that stop us from making our Island better. 2. Make more Baskets. So some of us won't go hungry most of the time! 3. Build stronger Armies to protect ourselves, and destroy the mean old Witches. Who try take over our very way of life! And 4. Get all our men to stop drinking. So they can train faster and get out of the Barracks quicker. Instead of having 10 hour Parties, that hold up our production every year! There ARE more of course, but we can only hope to make a few new changes at a time. So here's to our New Years Resolutions. CHEERS!!
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I resolve to raise my population limit to above 3500.
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my goal is to have my all of my buildings on lv5 :)
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Kyle the Miner: I resolve to mine all the Iron ore i can, so Joe the steel weapon smith can fill the storage this year.
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My goal for the next year is to get faster horses for my Generals because even my mum laughed a lot about how the deers/wolves are faster than the horses.. :P
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Work out more, so that my wife will also work out !
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I hope that after i get my next general then i can do more adventures and give more free loot spots to other people.
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Twas the night before the New Year, and all was quiet on Wukong’s island. The settlers were in their rocking chairs or stargazing on their wide open patios. Each was pondering the upcoming year and making resolutions to himself.
For the generals, it was simple: finding a way to articulate to Wukong that sending them into bandit camps with only one recruit was not the answer.
For the geologists, each vowed to start mapping all of the copper, marble, and iron in the lands, so that it would take them less time to rediscover the deposits the second time around.
For the adventurers, well, they banded together to take on the fad Settlers diet, which meant that they would now eat less sausages on each treasure hunt.
The metal smelters vowed to be kinder to the miners, while the miners vowed to tip the geologists better to keep mines from collapsing on them so frequently. The weapon smiths, on the other hand, were tired of the hard labor and long hours. They vowed to learn another craft, maybe something a little simpler, like baking. Ironically, the bakers were sick of getting their hands sticky and wanted a manlier occupation, maybe something like a weapon smith would help out their self confidence.
The woodcutters made resolutions to beef up so they would chop faster, while the foresters wanted to spread their warnings about global warming, lest the Mayans were off a year in their predictions. The stoners and marblers resolved to create more artistic works, while the brewers were all passed out drunk from the festivities.
The farmers, hunters, and fisherman prayed for bigger catches and deposits sent from the heavens so they wouldn’t have to walk as far to the next fishing spot, herd of deer, or wheat fields.
The butchers vowed mightily to keep up with all of the new meat coming in from deerstalkers, who have showed up out of nowhere over the holidays.
The recruits vowed to show more initiative, while the bowmen vowed to be less cautious. The ponies made resolutions to eat up so they grow bulkier, while soldiers and longbows vowed to live up to the lofty standards set by their production costs.
And last but not least, mayor Wukong himself vowed to investigate and get to the bottom of why the guild quest is STILL not working.
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Im gonna try to get as many Pirate Huts as possible cuz the Pirate life is for me YO HO! I want Jack Sparrow on the board!
