Many moons ago, I decided to explore for the first time. I built a raft and took my safety parasaur out for a spin. After surviving the horrors of the swamps, I found myself face to face with a friendly little beaver and his family. I noticed them diligently working on their dens and went in closer to admire their handy work. The prompt appears. I can access it! I found myself in marvel of the lovely resource within… only to have my collection cut short by a mob of p*ssed off beavers. They killed me, my parasaur, my dignity, stole my shoes, stole my wife, and drank my juice boxes

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