I was talking to some folks in the WA about some things that we, as players, can help add to the game world and community that makes TEC more wonderful. One of my favorite memories as a young man playing TEC was after a fun storyline had finished or something great had played itself out in the game - we would submit a fan fiction, poem or short story. So in an effort to add a bit of fun out here I'm going to throw out an idea:
Had a fun interaction? Wanted to share a story that was meaningful to you? Maybe a player interaction turned RP session was really immersive and wanted to share? Feel free to post it up!
Here, I'll start first.
Had a fun interaction? Wanted to share a story that was meaningful to you? Maybe a player interaction turned RP session was really immersive and wanted to share? Feel free to post it up!
Here, I'll start first.
The Island
The Woodsman came out of the woods
To see what there could be
He came out of the woods on purpose
To seek citizenship you see
While others made plans and bargains
The Woodsman just sat alone
His plan was a simple one in theory
Either way he would end up back home
Once the ship of destiny landed
Fear was nowhere to be seen
The Woodsman felt this was his calling
Live free - Or lie dead in the forest green
He walked out and started to hurry
He knew that he had but a chance
Collecting resources a plenty
He hoped they would not strike at first glance
Gazing around he saw landmarks
He pick one that seemed far away
While hiding from others carefully
He survived a time longer, our castaway
Picking a tall tree he began to climb
Until he reach the tip top
Alas! The Poor Woodsman would make it
But it would be his last stop
The woodsman tried to bargain
Explaining he was useful and such
The others decided against it
One more would be just a crutch
The Woodsman came out of the woods
To see what there could be
He came out of the woods on purpose
To seek citizenship you see
While others made plans and bargains
The Woodsman just sat alone
His plan was a simple one in theory
Either way he would end up back home
Once the ship of destiny landed
Fear was nowhere to be seen
The Woodsman felt this was his calling
Live free - Or lie dead in the forest green
He walked out and started to hurry
He knew that he had but a chance
Collecting resources a plenty
He hoped they would not strike at first glance
Gazing around he saw landmarks
He pick one that seemed far away
While hiding from others carefully
He survived a time longer, our castaway
Picking a tall tree he began to climb
Until he reach the tip top
Alas! The Poor Woodsman would make it
But it would be his last stop
The woodsman tried to bargain
Explaining he was useful and such
The others decided against it
One more would be just a crutch
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