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Or rather, when it rains it pours.

Day 71:
In the final stretch of the 2nd winter, a giant beast stumbles into camp and starts smashing my precious things. It's the deerpocalypse. It's Deerclops. Fed up, I zap him with my ice staff, lead him farther away from camp, and freeze him solid. Head back to camp. He doesn't follow. Who knows when he'll thaw. I can fix this.

Day 72:
Hounds attack, with very little warning. Luckily, I was having a talk with both Tree guy and Deerclops (who just couldn't stay away), so it's a right party. At least the party was outside my camp. No damage except my sanity, which is draining away at an alarming rate, owing to the giant, one-eyed moon-faced deer monster radiating terror. I can fix this. A good night's sleep will plump up my cheddar brain.

Day 73:
The monsters decide to join me at camp. Deerpocalypse again. Freshly built chests are blown away. A chest packed with live rabbits is obliterated. The rabbits, amazed at their freedom, are momentarily stunned before bolting in every direction. What did I have in the icebox? Out of vegetables after the long winter. I think I have some jerky. I can fix this.
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