This time, with a cup of chai steaming lightly into the air, I rejoined our beloved Wilson on his mission to stave off death. With the beginning of a magnificient beard growing upon his chin, I have two pressing problems. How to keep a let’s read piece interesting and what Wilson’s full name is. The latter of the two is simple. He’s clearly Wilson W. Witherbottoms. As for the second, well, he’s standing next to a gnome. At the start of day six Wilson has two berry patches going, two farms, and a chest monster taking a nap among the bushes.
Day six, like those before it focuses on the fabulous collection of poop. There’s also a slight diversion to burn down the forest to collect the needed charcoal. After a brief stint building a new farm and harvesting crops, Wilson sets up yet another berry patch. Before nightfall, he fashions a crockpot and uses the extra wood to fashion a chest. Thus ends a boring day.
Day seven. Trees, they must be killed for their precious wood. Grass, harvested. Ring thing, found. Back at the base, the saplings are starting to sprout as Wilson expands his grass collection. In the farms there are some pumpkins. However, earlier in the day, Wilson had a slight run in with some particularly vicious frogs that took not kindly to his beard. The melee ended with Wilson suffering some not insubstantial wounds, but their legs made a tasty frog sandwich.
Day eight. Poop. Wilson takes a journey to the super herd, spending the entire day collecting poop. He also found another touchstone. After another campout in the wilderness, more poop collecting.
Day nine. Poop.
Day ten. Wilson builds a farm and the berries are in bloom. Our intrepid hero is doing well and sets out to collect, more poop. Then tragedy strikes. While the ponds seemed like a nice scenic view, the frogs could not handle Wilson’s sex appeal. While he fought valiantly, he was stuck among the berry bushes and overwhelmed.
Wilson awakes, around him the shattered remnants of a touchstone. Slightly crazed, Wilson hears something in the distance. Soon, dogs are nipping at his heels, but something in his imagination distracts them. He, lacking his beard, makes it back to the base and recovers his collection. Soon, after eating the corpses of his slain enemies he will have his vengeance.