How You Play the Game: I’m Sick of Crafting, I Can’t Stop Crafting

The sky glows orange from a raging inferno that was once a beautiful metropolis. Orphans run barefoot in the streets, desperately trying to flee the evil demons that gulped their parents down in large bloody bites. You look on with anger in your heart; your fists clenched at your sides, veins protruding from your forearms… Continue reading