"Arrr! Manor Lords dev hath saved us from the sheep invasion, mateys! No more woolly mutiny in the villages!"
2024-05-21
Arr matey, the scurvy city builder's sheep be droppin' new calves slower than a tortoise in quicksand! 'Tis a cruel fate to be limited to just one wee calf every 10 days. Mayhaps he should set sail for greener pastures, aye? Aye!
Arr matey, listen up ye scurvy dogs! The scallywags in charge of the city be limitin' the spawnin' of sheep to one measly calf every 10 days. Shiver me timbers! What kind of nonsense be this? We be needin' more sheep to keep the rum flowin' and the bellies full of mutton.Yar, I tell ye, this be an outrage! The city builder be actin' like a bunch of landlubbers, restrictin' our access to the precious livestock we need to thrive in these harsh seas. We be needin' more wool for our sails and more meat for our bellies. Arrr!
But fear not, me hearties, for we be pirates! We be resourceful and crafty, and we shall find a way to overcome this ridiculous limitation. We be plunderin' and pillagin' our way to more sheep, mark me words!
So hoist the Jolly Roger, me mateys, and let's set sail in search of more sheep to fill our pens and our stomachs. The city builder may try to hold us back, but we be pirates, and there ain't no limit to what we can achieve when we put our minds to it. Arrr!