Adobe Log

Mar. 6th, 2022 09:15 pm
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As the group finishes eating breakfast one day, Bruno motions to some wooden frames and short half-logs off to one side. The Blank Men stand ready nearby.

"I'm going to take some of them today to that place I told you about, near the river, with the good soil - if, ah... any of you up for helping with the adobe? I can show you how to mix it and shape it; and once the sun's dried them enough, how to fire the bricks and roof tiles."

He side-eyes the Blank Men as he continues. "...I think they're up to the task themselves... but they won't work unless at least one of us is working alongside them. And there's several steps: gathering the soil and water, and some dry grass; mixing the adobe; shaping the adobe with the frames..." (he counts these off on his fingers, fidgeting as he talks) "...it'll go faster the more of that we can have happening simultaneously. ...And, um. I'll be honest: I'm not sure I trust them to get the mix consistency right. The bricks won't hold up if the mix is too far off."

GAME OPEN

Feb. 1st, 2022 08:46 pm
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The storm ends at some point during the night and with it comes a restful, almost enforced sleep. There's still a chill in the air when the morning comes, but it's being chased away by the warm spring sun. There's even birds singing, of all things, as if the view outside the cave wasn't quite idyllic enough. Almost too idyllic, some might say, but being paranoid never got anyone anywhere, right?

Immediately outside the cave is a broad valley. Not as green as it could be, much of the grass is brown, but there's a few tufts of proper, lush vegetation poking through. Immediately outside of the cave is a large stone head, almost Olmec-like in design, with an oddly contented smile. A sign leaning up against it declares that it's 'open for business'. Nearby, tossed carelessly onto the ground, are a few tools. Shovels, axes, saws, and the like. Rusty and dinged up, but serviceable.

Off a ways is a large forest. Opposite of it is a river, and the grass is definitely greener on the other side. And, a few dozen feet outside of the cave, are the Blank Men. Tall, pure white, smooth, and the instant the new residents lay eyes on them, they know what they're for. How they know, no one can say. They just do. Whether that makes them trustworthy, that's up in the air.

Far off in the distance, there's a massive lake that the water runs off into.

The sky's blue, the air is clean, and there's a whole year before Winter comes. The world is theirs to make of it as they will. How will they start?

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