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If the game doesn't support it, then add another layer, for the player to view, that does?
Ever play Life? Conway's Game of Life? Simple rules for cells, can lead to a lot.
Heat & Cold could spread and grow from Deserts Jungles or Tundra.
Percipitation, could have similar rules and spawn from the Swamp (and maybe someday lake and ocean biomes) or even the Jungle, if it's to be seen like a rain forest - trees transpose a lot of water, a lot more than we give them credit for as emphasis is most often placed on the evaporation of water from large bodies, like the Atlantic, throwing hurricanes up the north, getting absorbed by North America or ricocheting of and going to Europe.

Where was I?

Trees transpire a continuous stream of humidity that flows over the lands downwind.

Keeping them 'fertile' and, without it... we get desertification.

The time of the 500x500 Arc.

We neglected milkweed, and all died.

Prior to that I was working on ideas for garden layouts... that's how laid back we were ... then you see how pissed I got because of the "ONE HUNDRED NEW CRAFTABLE OBJECTS ADDED EVERY WEEK" screenshot I used to chime in with people complaining.

Ahh, good times.

Correct,
well, very close, they were made in July 2019.

And suddenly it dawned on me.

It was getting colder.

Got another two weeks to be free before going back to court, so, I can loosen up a little.

I told my probation officer I didn't mind being in jail as much as I'd thought I would. That it was a good opportunity to listen to people who needed to be heard, and I meant it. As much as I love playing this game with all of you, there are real people who could use our help in this world and they are in places we don't always want to be. In the ghettos of Detroit and Chicago, in jails and prisons across America, in those hard to reach areas of the Earth, where the roads are muddy and the people rarely see another human being from day-to-day, there are children, turning into adults, who don't see the beauty of their own existence as an amazing feet of life itself.

Well, those men I spent time in jail with, they just need someone to care about them; someone to listen to them try and make sense of their past, present and, what's left of the future they think they have. It's impossible to get to those men, and women, who need us most, without either being a corrections officer, or, a person who the law would trust within it's walls. I don't know if I'll ever be one of those types of people; offering GED classes, anger management or self help courses, but, I could see myself as a fellow inmate, becoming friends with some of those men, for a short period of time.

I found it an odd thing to bring up with him, my probation officer, knowing that in two weeks the judge is going to ask him to come before him and ask him personally what he thinks should be done with me regarding my 4th domestic assault charge. I am representing myself; no lawyer, so I am going to learn from personal experience just how harsh or forgiving the judge can be. I didn't want someone to be the middleman between the judge and myself, I want him to feel a little more responsible for my sentence and a little less detached from me himself.

That said, there are still things to do, so, I can't go back to my usual routine of playing and streaming till exhaustion each day, putting in 10, 20 or even more hours of playtime before getting as little sleep as my body needs before trying to do it again. I want to do that, I do. I want to devote my life once again to developing the world, to caring for you all and to putting on a good show of it on Twitch so that anyone looking for the game can see an example of it being played in real time. I'm not sure how good of a spokesperson I am for this game, but it certainly has changed me, and for that I am grateful and wish to return the favor, in what way I can.

As for this thread... I took some of the fun out of it, bringing the issues I am dealing with in my life, up in it, and I recognize that... can be a little distracting from the theme - the mood, that I was going for with these pictures; with my time in the woods and this little, spoof, on what was an experience I used to have with the game, which was making your first well. Obviously ponds don't become wells anymore, but they did for a long enough time that it's nearly ingrained into my mind that that's the way it still works. Good luck finding ley lines in real life. Spoiler: They don't exist. BUT, maybe, in some strange scenario in our future, something like them may exist, say, if modern American civilizations suddenly were to become wastelands, and then nature retook things, yet, just below the ground, remained the infrastructure that utility companies put in place, with, plumbing, for instance. The old pipes could erode yet maintain their function as aquifers that carry water, as the sediment of the iron pipes accumulated in various blockages along the way, where, now, we find badlands. Is it a great explanation for the state of the game and a realistic line to draw from the present state of Earth to that which we see in the game? Maybe not the best imaginable, but, it's something to consider, that this 40x40 meter grid we live on, is, the remnants of any particular stretch of the American landscape, once inhabited by people.

I don't know, maybe it's meant to make us consider something like that?
It's made me make that explanation up, just now, so, hey, it is something to think about.

The present, will, for the greatest length of time, be the future's past.
Whereas, it was the past's future, for a shorter length of time,
and, the present was just that, for no length of time, in between.

Keep that in mind when you think of your family, your community, and what you leave as a legacy, for all life, for the rest of time - these permanent fixtures we leave, in the past.
Now, as for my recent past in the woods, I carried on gathering stones until the pile would take no more, as the stones laid themselves on top of one another in a neat little shape with the bottom layer having 5 stones, the next up 4, with one perched at the top, so that the arrangement looked, almost like a vintage flying saucer that people imagined used to visit Earth, in old works of fiction. 

Now what?

Would my well site, finally, become a well?

I went to consult the sign.

The word is crepuscular, it's not as poetic as heavenly, to religious minded people going through their midlife crisis, i.e. realizing you failed to be the great person your kidself imagined you were going to become, but it's an honest, descriptive, word.

Don't give up on being great.
It's not over yet.

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I was thinking of offering you the 2.4 acres of land my camp is on, to build a home, but it's no California or New England, the woods of Northeast Michigan wouldn't look impressive on your resume. Less you spun it to sound good.

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Is that the same Dover in Creepshow, was it? "Thanks for the ride, lady!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YxOc0uacSBM

Not sure, there are like 30 places in the United States named Dover.

Welcome to the forum, Hisoka.
Good to see the love inspired you to register and make your first post.
Welcome to the family.

That was a beautiful piece of music, thank you Ant, for that, and the kind words.

I'd give each of you a good hug right now if we were together, in person.
For now, may these words suffice.

I love you all.

"An eye for an eye will leave the whole world blind." or, something to that effect.
- Mohandas Ghandi

Lizzee, thank you, so much, for your thoughts, your words and your actions.
I'd love to play with you but life is a little hectic right now.
Hopefully we find ourselves together, in the game, one day, and can find reward in aiding each other, our family and our town.

It's not solo when I'm there.
It has me and I have it.
The sides of that path are like the forests arms, eager to embrace me.
The path itself is the distance between two long lost solmates, reunited,
moving towards one another, to shorten the time they are no longer untwined in each other's limbs,
from infinity, to zero.

This is the lure of the forest.
People are struggling because they've forgotten where they come from.
We don't belong out in the open, we belong in the trees.
It's them that belong around the stars.
They're the organisms planets should be made into.
We, just belong in them; between their roots and branches.
They will always be welcoming.
They know no other lifestyle, than to stand,
arms wide open, basking in the sun,
staring at the stars, every night, without fail,
growing, towards the infinite volume of space above.
Growing, out to all the stars.

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I do not cut live trees for firewood.
I will trim them back from the path,
to make way for future travelers,
so that people,
like the neuronic blood cells of the Earth's body,
can be where they set their destination.
To facilitate communications,
to observe and absorb sensory information,
to distribute resources, where there is want for them to be.
Where life decides, to be.

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Trees are willing to take all our shit, and turn it into solid ground, fresh air, fruit, shelter...
They are the perfect humans.
No concept of judgement, no need for it, their existence birthed space, for the seeds of our ancestors.
Between the might of their trunks, from the sky to the depths of the cusp, life forms like us, drew lines.
"If I can just make it between those two big trunks, I can lose this big, nasty predator" said the mouse.
And another communal place for life to congregate, emerged, in those thick trunks,
hundreds of millions of years ago.
But this, was a new place.
This was on land, food fell from the sky, oxygen was in abundance, new forms of metabolism were possible,
the trees, gave rise to new acrobatics for life to perform, and small feathered dinosaurs, gave chase to insects, fruit and nuts,
into these places along with us...

Understand how beautiful you are?
You are the fruit, the seed, the tree.
You are the mouse, the bird, the snake.

The properties of these organisms and aspects of life, they are parts of you too.
We have such amazing minds. The least amount of information in the universe, is wasted, in you.
I love you so much and, I'm so glad we have this time together.
To come to our senses, from birth to death - seed to fall tree; matrix of the biomass,
fattening the crust above sea level, a blip of gas and liquid and the least solids, floating,
in the space where earth, water and sky are frothiest.

We are foaming at the mouth of the Earth.
Beautiful little bubbles, all.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

See you again soon.

...chicken balls.

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The Day I went to jail, I recorded so much video and took so many pictures of an overnight in my camp. I thought I'd just go to court, get a fine, pay a little on it and be back home streaming my adventures in Real Life, and, One Life for a nice little audience of 2 - 10 people. I don't want to end up back in jail on the 24th, after my next court date, but, I can almost guarantee that's where I'm headed. If not jail, maybe prison, I don't know. But both times it was for pushing people to the ground, which, I suppose are my 3rd and 4th domestic assaults. I'm not even sure which events in my past counted as the 1st and 2nd ones, I've been in maybe 20 fights in my life and cops ended up on the scene after half of them. City, County and State.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Why am I so bad?

It's not even just that I'm aggressive either, I'm lazy - I haven't had a job in nearly 20 years, not anything I've paid taxes on, at least.
I've never owned a car or a license to drive one, I sit at a computer for 16 hours a day, I've smoked tobacco on and off for 21 years, I've had pains in my sides for 35 years and no one has ever told me why... there is so much shit wrong with me and, some of you think I'm a good person, well, obviously I'm not.

I'm okay, I just haven't taken my cold, wet, boots off since I got back from the woods today.
The snow this evening was really beautiful though. It started snowing just as I was finishing up taking pictures for this thread, I can't wait for winter.
I just want things to slow down, for people to get cold, and to see each other as sources of warmth.
I do not, want to spend this winter in jail, or prison.
Not that I won't accept and make a memorable time of it if I wind up in either.

Take good care of each other and your families.

If I get the urge to continue posting these pictures for this thread, I'll come back, but I need a break.
What I really need is someone to hug me, for once.
I initiate hugs with other people less and less often... and the last person to hug me was my slow bunk mate, after he stole my vanilla creme candies when I was in the gym, told me, then proceeded to bash himself in the face after I said I was going to kite him out of the cell for stealing from another inmate. I forgave him, then he said I was his only friend in there. I was in there for three weeks at that point, almost four and my bunkmate nearly split his own head open with his fist, over 6 pieces of candy, that he stole from me... then he had the nerve to ask for a hug, with 7 other guys watching the drama unfold, just anxious for me to knock him out.

Does anyone live near the Canadian border near Michigan? I wanna get the fuck out of this country.

Then I'll be happy being away, and THE PEOPLE of Michigan, or Alpena, or The United States or, whoever the judge says he represents, well, all those people that are fine the judge putting me away, will surely be happy I'm gone? Or is that not the point? Oh right, the point is that justice needs to be served, and, since I pushed two men down, I should receive a sentence that will either keep me in poverty for the next year, or, incarcerated for that time. Right, right.

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I need to get to sleep or just stop typing, before I hang myself with this thread.

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I'm still the person that loves you.
I even love those people I have hurt.
Love, disappointment, anger, hate and compassion, even sadness, these are not mutually exclusive to me, as I think I told Spoon in a stream once.
I was raised by a woman who would scream and smack her kids one moment, and then apologize and try to hug them seconds later.
I saw that shit happen to my older siblings growing up.
Some of my best remembered friendships were with people who physically hurt me, yet we recovered after our fight and said a few things to each other afterwards, we should have said before we thought we had to make the other submit.

As beautiful as life so often is, when seen through the lense of modern human civilizations media portrayals of itself overall - we're, we can be a lot more fucked up than we're even allowed to put in scripts, or that we know how to portray, in writing, or on sets. And I don't even mean the gory stuff, but that's the kind of upfront, life or death shit people often think of when they think humans are dangerous animals. No, it's not the acts that are the real concern, but the minds, the upbringing, the potpourri of learned motivators that either lead people to act, or, worse, make them look the other way when injustice plays out in the name of justice.

And caring, is seen as weak.

STOP. TYPING. AND. GO. just, go somewhere else.

You guys are the best chance I have at someone caring about me in the real world.
That might be why I've put so much time into this game.
When I saw I was so close to having the most hours played, I thought surely, that must say something good to someone, that I am willing to put this sort of time into playing this game with them. Maybe they'll care about me? It was a brief thought I had a few times, around 500, 1000, 2000 hours played...

I've read so much of what so many of you have typed here, none of you are bad - we could argue about values for years, I wouldn't think less of you.
There's nothing wrong with any of you. Except that you're too far away for me to hug.

=/

I end this post, with...

This moment, of this video, when I was drunkest and nearly lost, at 3:45 AM October 6th, and I decided to explore the least explored direction, for that very reason, and the camera first captured the light of my fire through the trees.