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Survivor

It chops AND sparkles!

It's pretty, but can't chop down trees.

Opulent Pickaxe

Welp. I can't unmake it, so...

Snazzy Pitchfork

Time to dig golden holes.

You can't make a coffee table out of gold. Well, maybe you can. But you shouldn't.

Haven't done any prospectin' in a while.

Look at all that gold!

Pillowy plumage.

Don't trust that.

I need to poop on it.

I hope that doesn't spread to the trees.

Looks like kindling.

It's gone all nubbly.

Maybe it'd thrive if it was cooler out?

It caught fire.

Don't worry your head aboot this one, Lucy.

Got all I could.

That there could keep my beard moderately dry, eh?

A bit damp, eh?

I've always been better at cuttin' anyways.

Construction Amulet

How flashy.

This'll help me dismantle stuff!

Deconstruction Staff

I've eaten stranger things in the woods.

I don't trust it.

Cooked Green Cap

It's a green mushroom.

They have their own schedule.

I think I broke it.

I'm not sure I trust it.

It stinks less than the other kind.

I prefer Nanaimo bars.

Never did like this stuff.

You think this is cold? How cute.

Well, it's no axe.

What a waste of good ham.

Everyone makes mistakes, eh?

Don't trust that.

I like the crunch.

Hard Shell Tacos

You could throw an axe just as good, eh?

I really prefer plaid.

Healthiness in goo form.

It's gone cold, eh?

Brrr! It's frozen.

We call those "night rocks" back home.

I could chop all winter with that in my pocket!

It's getting a bit... medium.

Don't want to chop it now.

Burnt right down.

It's a bush.

Hmmm... might need a trim.

It's a good tree, eh?