DAYS 2 + 3
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Can you imagine the beauty we destroy every time we bend our minds and wills to gutting one? I have heard miles of forests scream as one for mercy. I have listened to deep veins of ore beg me for their lives. Did you know: when you set foot on them, they know your name. They read your entire life as I would [[read a book->murderers]].
877 words. This is not going to be a buck wild novella like my last game jam game. (Actually, that was only like 10,000 words). I'm just focusing on getting the words down and not worrying about c o n d i t i o n a l t e x t until I have a damn story. I still don't have a plan! Maybe I will get fun and flirty with it and have it split off into two branches. I have one week.