200 F.Y.
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It's been over a day since that very productive town hall meeting had come to pass. We all had a lot of fun coming up with stuff to improve after everything had been over and done with, and even now, I could see the beginnings of the various sectors of our small town developing into their own subsections of our isolated civilization. A few wooden planks were being erected at the outskirts of the settlement, and a ways away from that, what seemed to be the start of a watchtower was also starting to take shape. It might still all be wooden, but as soon as we got the resources, it'll all be turned into sturdier and more reliable stone. Of course, we'd also carve some Seigels on them to make it all even more impenetrable.
And speaking of resources, that was why I currently found myself at the same clearing as last time in front of my makeshift chalkboard brainstorming with Anna as to how we'd get our materials.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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