I'm playing Rust with Mason. Just about an hour ago, some douche-bag blew up the administrators house. Mason and I thought Shawgo was the administrator. Turns out, he is. And so is a guy named -TMC-. We ratted out the jerks who tried to save themselves from harm after they murdered us for no reason. -TMC- checked the logs, found out Mason and I were telling the truth, stole everything from the perpetrators and befriended us. Now, we have an administrator as a neighbor. Pretty sweet, right?
Yesterday was an alright day. Muggy. Depressed me. But once Mason and I start playing Rust, we become happy campers. Literally.
I'm sure today will end up the same as right now - surviving on Rust with Mason and the administrators. The folks and I planned to take down the Christmas tree, too. I really hate that job... The Christmas tree is a wonderful sight! I can't wait for next Christmas.
Well, I best help Mason build up our fort. See you guys in the next post.
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| Into The Swarm |
Oppression, interaction, collaboration. In the life cycle of nature nothing is lost, but the coexistence of different species is sometimes difficult. In Madagascar there periodically recurs the archaic antagonism between man and the migratory locust, in a circle of life where the two species [compete] for space and food for their survival. Here inside the heavy bag there are in fact locusts that the man caught during the day. (By: Michele Martinelli)
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