And the old stories tell of one who shall come from the darkness in a time of great need.
And he shall have instant flight form and catch only the purest of cuttings within a bowl made from naught but gold.
His eyes will shine like diamonds and his flesh will gleam with the inner light of a thousand captured suns.
Where he goes prosperity will follow, where he goes the tyranny of scarcity has no place.
And though he labours through the hours of darkness when others raid or sleep, yet shall thou know his name.
And though his watchword be caution and his body be marked by gankings past, yet shall thou know his name.
And though he toils in the knowledge that his only thanks will be bad poetry, YET SHALL THOU KNOW HIS NAME!
So verily does he now stand revealed in his glory! He is… THE FARMER! And he was returned to us.
See previous post :P The farmers are back – well, one is – bought many stacks for between 10g and 15g. Oh happy day!
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