|Two Abandoned Horses.|
Since the build site was flat, square, and only contained fencing (there were no decaying structures, forges, ovens, chests, beds, etc.), I concluded the plot to be from a new player who had started a project and then, for whatever reason, abandoned it. I had no way to know where the horses belonged or even if they were connected to the build site. They could have wandered there. There were many such abandoned spots all around me. I saw no other deeded spots with fencing down (deeded fences would not decay anyway unless upkeep was below 30 days). And then I thought about the horses. Anyone could come by and cut them down to the ground, or take them, or lead them home. They were unclaimed, unprotected, and unhitched. They were just there! Those thoughts brought me to a moral decision to rescue them from an uncertain fate. My conscience rested in my decision and I decided to immediately lead them back to Refugio. I led both using two ropes from my inventory.
I made my way back to the port village and was stunned when my attack window opened. Something was chasing me and I did not know what, but I knew I had to outrun it fast! Racing towards the dock where I had fished for my food I reached the end and swung around to see that a mountain lion had stopped several tiles before.
|A mountain lion led to the slaughter.|
|Uninvited assistance from a Spirit Templar.|
|A slain mountain lion.|
|A right click window showing the steal option.|
The Spirit Templar would not have liked that. In fact, I would have been his next target. Thankful that I was out of danger, I turned and headed home. Entering the Tundra, I thought about the great fortunes of my 2-2-2 adventure. I only needed to find two deer on my way back, and everything would be a complete success.
|Following the signs back to Freedom Market|
|The hill where I met the scorpion.|
As I approached the crest of the hill, I stopped just shy of it to regain my stamina. I wanted a full stamina bar in which to run away if he was still there. I then checked to make sure the horses were still behind me, and darted up and over the crest of the hill. There I stopped.
|Fortunately, no scorpion!|
|South entrance to the mountain pass.|
|The darkness of the deep tunnel.|
|The north entrance to the mountain pass.|
|The Dragon Fang about to get wet.|
|Slicing the weather.|
|The ever expanding Freedom Market.|
|Refugio - the home of Surviverman!|
Approaching the entrance I instinctively checked my crops. Ouch! I had been gone too long. All but one had turned to weeds. The one had turned back to grass. Oh well, I thought, it was worth it to gain the mushrooms and the horses.
|Crops turned to weeds while I was away.|
I entered Refugio tired, weary, but thankful. I had accomplished the biggest two of my three objectives, and I was not ashamed to label my 2-2-2 adventure very successful. I laid down by the forge and rested from my journey.
|Inside Surviverman's cave.|