I mean, what if you and the Storyteller just fucked off and were just hands-off about it, and let the critters--not even us guys, just the stuff that already exists here--prosper where they are? Places have food, water, they've adapted to their bits of islands they call home. A calamity might've happened, but this place is hardly dead.
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I mean, what if you and the Storyteller just fucked off and were just hands-off about it, and let the critters--not even us guys, just the stuff that already exists here--prosper where they are? Places have food, water, they've adapted to their bits of islands they call home. A calamity might've happened, but this place is hardly dead.