Wardrobe

Villager: Wanderer

Aug 03, 2024 8:25 pm
Looking for missed outcomes!

made the rest of the competitors including gold look like amateur gamers who rely on everything but themselves.
I considered the stress that surface interactions give me and the benefit they are meant to carry. The stress balance was too high to justify engaging in them.

Just like I don’t wear sunscreen when it’s not sunny (and I know some people do), I decided I won’t try to be more social when I’m not lonely.

Because — most importantly — I realised that I was not lonely and my social life was perfectly fine.
Do I regret spending a year trying to build a social circle?

Not at all: “putting myself out there” helped me understand who I was and what my preferences were. As a result, three things happened.

Firstly, when I’m alone, I don’t experience loneliness. My solitude is comfortable because it is chosen.

Secondly, I know where to put my social battery: I prioritise relationships with N. and E., because they make me thrive.
So hey, if you’re out there struggling to make friends, I have a message of hope for you. Don’t bother! You may end up just fine.
You have to want to win more than you want to learn, because learning is more time consuming than simply gaining XP advantage, and time is the most precious asset for you and your opponent. I understand it instantly when Roman’s score rapidly nears mine. We both have the same number of minutes before midnight (when the diamond league finishes) and the one who wins will be the one who’s used those minutes more efficiently, not the one who learned more.
kalokagathia
As Greece became more fragmented and democratic, polis competed for space and resources, and individuals for power and fame. Contests for mass spectators began, the competitors became professionals, with a goal of winning money and privileges. We can safely say that not much has changed in sport and arts since then.
As Greece became more fragmented and democratic, polis competed for space and resources, and individuals for power and fame. Contests for mass spectators began, the competitors became professionals, with a goal of winning money and privileges. We can safely say that not much has changed in sport and arts since then.
ecause competition never ends, it constantly elevates us towards excellence, helps us understand ourselves, and ultimately — overcome ourselves and become the



After the sun dips below the horizon you make your way to the train. The same Reckless Rider who declared themself sheriff seems to debate for a moment before passing you a bandana.

“The name's Dodge, by the way, as in ‘Gettin' outta.' Y'all seem to have a healthy skepticism of the law, and we need some backup out on the plains. Are you up for it?”

You tie the bandana around your face, leaving only your eyes visible under your cowboy hat, and give Dodge a nod. You can't see if it's true, but you think they might have smiled. “When we first rolled into this town we didn't realize that the no good snake who had betrayed us was posted up as a sheriff of all things. We played outlaw for a day, waited to see what he would do when we took over the saloon, but the yellow-belly is the same as he's always been. We realized he thought we didn't recognize him!

“Anyway, we've got a tip on his location and we're ready to bring him to justice. So, let's ride out!”

You join the Riders on the train and head to the Outskirts. You're immediately impressed by the speed of the machine compared to wagons, horses, and especially your own two feet. It's been a trek to get to the farm, ranch, and especially the plains and cactus forest, but the train makes short work of it. When you step out again it's completely dark, and one of the Riders pulls out a lantern.

As you follow them out into the cactus forest, Dodge whispers more of the story to you, explaining that they found tracks and even the horse that Earp used to get out of town after he realized the Riders knew who he was, but they had been having trouble locating the man himself. You bring up that another Chicken Smoothian found his gold watch out in the sands during the storm, and Dodge spits in disgust. “He was running scared,” they say.

They continue to whisper as the group goes further out into the forest than you ever have on your own. You're slightly worried you might lose your way, but Dodge and the Riders seem confident as they move through the darkness.

Dodge tells you the Riders were worried they wouldn't get a break in the case, but after Major had confronted the new “sheriff” about the mischief in town, they came to an agreement and the Postmaster revealed information about someone occupying an abandoned homestead along the mail routes.

“If he thinks he can run away from his past, he's got another think coming,” Dodge says.

For a few moments you walk in silence, moving stealthily enough that all you can hear is crickets. You jump when you hear the mournful howl of a coyote in the night, but after you take a deep breath you work up your courage to ask Dodge, “What did Earp do?”

Dodge is quiet for a moment and you wonder if they're going to refuse to answer, but finally they say, “We'd been riding together for a while. All of us are estranged from our families, for one reason or another. Some of them are lookin' for us, accusin' us of crimes we didn't commit to get our names and faces on wanted posters in towns across the West. Not that we ain't never committed a crime by the letter of the law, but we don't hurt no one. It's hard livin' out here, and we take care of our own.

“One day, my partner Ace High showed up on one of ‘em with a reward that made your eyes turn into dollar signs. Earp wanted a gold watch and a new hat, so he turned ol' Ace in. From then on, we were out for him. You don't betray one of your band, because all we have out here is our word.”

You take the story in, but you don't have much time to process before Dodge motions for you to stop. “Just ahead, there,” they say, pointing to a decrepit building. At Dodge's instruction you and the Reckless Riders ring the building so there's no chance of escape.

Dodge pulls their bandana down for the first time you've ever seen, revealing a gnarly scar on their cheek, and approaches the front of the building. “Come out, you beef-headed windbag. We've got you surrounded,” they call out. “If you cooperate, ain't no one needs to get hurt.”

There's no immediate answer, and the wind whistles through the run-down walls. “Don't make me come in there,” Dodge threatens, and a chill runs up your spine at the hatred in their voice.

As if it was planned, all of the Reckless Riders begin to step closer, and you follow. Suddenly, you see movement in one of the windows, and everyone freezes.

“You're no better than me!” Earp accuses as he comes out of the building, his hat dusty and a wild look on his face.

“I would beg to differ,” Dodge replies, before walking right up to him. He reaches for Earp's face and you hold your breath as Dodge rips the mustache off his upper lip. “Some disguise,” they scoff, and throw it into the sand.

The fight seems to go out of Earp as the Reckless Riders begin to laugh uproariously, sounding like thunder across the plains.

“Play nice, and we won't lose you in the cactus forest,” Dodge says, and starts marching Earp back toward town.
Return to the town center
Maybe the Reckless Riders were responsible for some mischief, maybe not. What matters at the end of the day is that you stay loyal to those you swore an vow to, and Earp didn't. Locking him up probably won't change him. I think that he should have to get an honest job instead and give back to the community. Regardless, I'm putting the finishing touches on our train today. Get excited!
Sure, go ahead. Point and laugh. I thought I could start over, but I guess not. At least I kept these cells spick-and-span… © Chicken Smoothie 2024 | 11:22, Aug 4th | Our team | Privacy P
One great thing about delivering the mail is you have your finger on the pulse of everything! It was tips from my mail carriers that lead the Reckless Riders into the Cactus Forest to find Earp's hideout. What they do with him now isn't any of my concern, but he made his bed and he can lie in it. Plus, if some of the Reckless Riders decide to stay in town, there might be enough mail to deliver that we'll need both the train and the Pony Express!
Well, thanks to the Reckless Riders returning my horse! Not sure why they felt like they needed to be secretive about it, though. Regardless, it was just in time! I can't wait for tomorrow.
The prickly pear rat and the small rat are playing hide and seek amongst the cacti. You tread quietly as not to give any hints about their hiding places away.
Watch your step! These pups are prickly.
Heh, maybe that sheriff was more our kind than I thought, after all. We're working on a song to commemorate your desert escapades. Do you want to hear it early?


Tomorrow's the day! We just have to finish setting up the stage. What are you most excited for? Pie? Horse jumping? A brand new song? All I know is I'm ready to cut a rug. How do you like my moves?
Flux gave you the idea that Earp might need some work release to reform him? Well, I don't know if he'll get along with my cousins, but there's always work to do on the farm. But we can figure that out later. Doesn't this pie look delicious?
I think these animals belong over at the ranch; they were trying to get a snack in my fields! So hand over that mail quick so we can get them back where they belong.
These cuties don’t look sorry at all!
looking for time and connection
elderflower syrup, imagine that some dark, chaotic waves sometimes wash over us. On some days they make us feel like we’re drowning, and on others they carry us to new, beautiful shores.
I absolutely love this pps snake, I hope you enjoy him just as much!



just a kid, lost from her parents and stuck wandering around the forests of Sutren with her plush zebra named ‘Zebie’. Although he’s a bit grumpy at times, Mystifying puts a lot of trust on him since he’s great with directions. Her black sclera were not always black, but since the forest is so thick, she’s grown to adjust to the smaller amounts of light in the area. It’s a pain when sunlight does get through, as she is effectively blinded and must rely on Zebie to guide her back to the shadows.
History:
Mystifying had two parents that loved her deeply, but their time together only lasted until her 3rd birthday. Her father was a major gambling man, and although he spent nearly everything that her mother earned through her meager jobs, he had saved enough to buy her Zebie. Unfortunately, when she’d gotten extremely sick from always being near the toy, her mother tried to take it and throw it out saying that it was ‘ugly and gross anyway’. With her dad nowhere to be seen, she cried and clawed into the toy, ripping it open and spraying money throughout her crib. Her dad had grown smart and hid her mom’s money in the doll3717