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Survivor

The potato may be eaten now.

Am I supposed to plant these?

I can put this to good use.

Well I'M not setting it up.

I shalln't let it speak with the kettle.

I need to sweeten the pot.

Foul.

A bicycle built askew.

Wrecked Bicycle

Carriage carnage.

Broken Carriage

They didn't pray hard enough.

Dilapidated Cathedral

Something has happened here.

Dilapidated Chimney

Nobody has kept up with repairs.

Dilapidated Chimney

Time's up.

A late clocktower.

Dilapidated Clocktower

No one's living there anymore.

Dilapidated House

Such destruction.

Dilapidated House

Nothing like the decline of a civilization.

Dilapidated House

If only it lead somewhere.

Dilapidated Door

It's no longer over anyone's head.

Dilapidated Roof

Now for some expert-level rummaging.

I cannot open it.

Foul smelling, but delicious.

I do enjoy a good smoked salmon.

Adding too much is an a-salt on the senses.

It must be ground down before we use it.

Any method to improve the food around here is welcome.

Ah. It's ready.

Just useless sticks until we assemble it.

I would rather not get that on my gloves.

It's already sticky.

Tree Tapping Kit

I don't have time to watch twigs grow.

Bittersweet.

Instruments of toil.

I don't mind getting my hands dirty with this.

Slaughter Tools

Spicy.

Aromatic.

That's not growing back anytime soon.

That will spice things up.

A sickly sweet aroma wafts from its branches.

It won't produce sap now.

Well it's ruined now.

It is filling. Ever so slowly.

The sap is ready for collection.

This tree has seen better days.

Don't touch the suit.

Charmed, I'm sure.

Swamp Pig Elder

Fast asleep.

Swamp Pig Elder

It could use renovations.

It's been a long time since this stood properly.

Cooking syrup. Of course.