After dealing with multiple cannibal raids and the rare mutant one offs, we had finally established the first remnants of what you could call a home. Kevin cleared down a huge forest, I had built a cabin but didn't stop there, no I need more.

I built a mighty stone wall to protect the giant cache of wood my mute friend gathered, we had store for all our materials and I was preparing to build us a real house, we had food and water, all the bones we could ask for. Things were looking so great, this horrible island of man eaters felt like a new world.

It was then a red skinned giant approached and turned my mighty stone into rubble effortlessly. Even after he destroyed my cabin he proceeded to rub it in and destroy my wood storage, my food racks, our campfires, even my simple bridge I designed for Kalvin's drain bamaged pathfinding was all the same to the brute.

For many nights I lived in fear of the mutant, but that night I learned instead the meaning of war. No longer afraid to get bloody, we had torn that mutant to pieces and burned each piece over a raging fire. More mutants came and though they succeeded in tearing down our fortifications again and again, they were the only ones truly losing.

In the midst of a mutant rampage I bore witness to our new home SURVIVING their assault for we had smitten them in our pure spite! We will not befriend or make peace, we shall not appease and beg for their mercy, BLOOD FOR THE FOREST GOD! SKULLS FOR THE CANNIBAL THRONE!

After dealing with multiple cannibal raids and the rare mutant one offs, we had finally established the first remnants of what you could call a home. Kevin cleared down a huge forest, I had built a cabin but didn't stop there, no I need more. I built a mighty stone wall to protect the giant cache of wood my mute friend gathered, we had store for all our materials and I was preparing to build us a real house, we had food and water, all the bones we could ask for. Things were looking so great, this horrible island of man eaters felt like a new world. It was then a red skinned giant approached and turned my mighty stone into rubble effortlessly. Even after he destroyed my cabin he proceeded to rub it in and destroy my wood storage, my food racks, our campfires, even my simple bridge I designed for Kalvin's drain bamaged pathfinding was all the same to the brute. For many nights I lived in fear of the mutant, but that night I learned instead the meaning of war. No longer afraid to get bloody, we had torn that mutant to pieces and burned each piece over a raging fire. More mutants came and though they succeeded in tearing down our fortifications again and again, they were the only ones truly losing. In the midst of a mutant rampage I bore witness to our new home SURVIVING their assault for we had smitten them in our pure spite! We will not befriend or make peace, we shall not appease and beg for their mercy, BLOOD FOR THE FOREST GOD! SKULLS FOR THE CANNIBAL THRONE!