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Survivor

A roaring, cold fire.

Endothermic Fire Pit

It's getting low.

Endothermic Fire Pit

It's cold.

Endothermic Fire Pit

It's gone warm.

Endothermic Fire Pit

Do you really expect me to dig through that?

Broken-down Chest

East.

I've lost my way.

North.

Northeast.

Northwest.

South.

Southeast.

Southwest.

West.

I'd rather not get my hands dirty.

This should suffice.

It smells about as bad as you'd imagine.

Positively arid.

Disgusting.

It's nothing but foul wet slop.

I'm utterly dung with all of this.

I suppose I should build this.

Very well. If I can master the dark arts, how hard could cooking be?

It has lost a lot of its power.

Cooked Mandrake

It smells less like barnyard, now.

It's still filthy.

Cooked Monster Meat

Well, at least it's not moving anymore.

Stay back, you!

This doesn't look dapper at all.

Cookie Cutter Cap

Hmph. I suppose this could be useful.

Cookie Cutter Shell

The writing is too faint to read.

A bit overdone for my tastes.

Wait for it...

Here it comes!

Finally, some quality grub.

Just the thought makes my mouth water.

Yucky.

Nucleation Fluid

Tale of tails.

High in fructose.

A little more refined, at least.

That's far too much corn for any reasonable person.

Such labor is beneath me.

Clustered Seeds

It seems the costumes are provided.

Blacksmith Costume

It seems the costumes are provided.

It seems the costumes are provided.

I think that one will fit me nicely.

It seems the costumes are provided.

I suppose it goes with the bossy horse head.

Princess Costume

It seems the costumes are provided.

It seems the costumes are provided.