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We’re rapidly approaching the first milestone of having 10,000 simoleons in reserve. When we hit that amount we’ll be able to remove the “off the grid” lot trait and begin building a proper farmhouse for Rex.
I just thought I’d show you guys what the farm looks like now so that we may compare one day in the future.
Rex is certain he just heard something in the bushes behind him.
“Is anyone there?” he asks.
His curiosity getting the better of him, he starts walking toward the source of the noise. The leaves continue to rustle. There’s something in there.
“Hopefully you’re not a skunk, or a rabid racoon,” he says in what he hopes is a gentle voice that’ll make the animal feel more at ease.
Suddenly a dog comes out of the brush with a rubber duck between her teeth. She proudly presents the toy to the strange human.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty lady?” Rex chuckles, pocketing the offering. “Do you wanna come home with me, get out of this rain?”
He names her Scout, and now his tent will forever smell like wet dog.
A stupid, reckless mistake cost Rex his freedom... but now he’s finally getting out.
He doesn’t get excited during the days leading up to his release. It probably won’t happen anyway. These things get postponed. Shit happens. People get lost in the broken system all the time.
“Hardin. It’s time to go.”
The only possession the guard has for him is a change of clothes and a wallet with twenty simoleons tucked away.
His friend is there to pick him up, but few words are said between them. Rex spends the next few days getting his shit together.
One of his first priorities is to get his bike out of storage. After that, he hits the road and never looks back. Fuck Evergreen Harbor. He’ll be happy if he never sees the smoggy streets of Port Promise ever again.
He works odd jobs for the next few months and eventually makes his way to Brindleton Bay, the only place in the world that’s ever felt somewhat like home.
“Weird,” he says to himself when he turns onto the dirt road leading up to the Whiskerman farm. Everything is overgrown. It looks like no one’s been around in years...
Rex hopes to get his name out there in the community by setting up a food stand to sell some of his produce.
“Are those organic?” asks Nancy Landgraab, the first person to drop by.
“Yep! I harvested them just this morning too, so it’s as farm fresh as you can get,” Rex answers, but Nancy still doesn’t look too thrilled. She decides not to buy anything and instead goes to sit by the campfire--
“What are you doing?!” Rex exclaims when he notices the bench catch fire. Nancy just sits there, completely petrified.
It’s a rather unexpected turn of events, not good for business at all. While customers like Bjorn Bjergsen run away screaming, Rex takes the initiative and puts out the blaze.
Maybe he’ll have better luck tomorrow...
It’s finally Saturday and Rex is getting ready to visit his friend Moira and her family.
He’d hate to come over empty-handed so he made some forager’s stew with some fresh ingredients from his farm. Hopefully the Fyres will like it!
“Sorry girls, but I can’t bring you this time,” he apologizes to Scout and Dolly, both of whom are looking rather hopefully toward the steaming stew.
Rex has made enough money from sales these last few days to finally purchase his very first cow. For now one will do the trick since he doesn’t have a family to feed, but maybe one day he’ll be able to get a friend for Minnie.
She’s sooo cute!
He’s so cute too! Look at him! He looks so proud with his first jar of fresh Hardin Farm milk!
Rex is fast asleep when a loud screeching sound startles him awake.
“What!? What is it? Who’s dying!?” he says, fighting with the tangled sheets around his legs and torso.
It’s just the freaking cat meowing for attention in the middle of the night. Rex is not amused.
“I have to be up in a few hours,” he groans, but gives Lucy some lovin’ nonetheless because he cannot refuse those eyes.
Now that he’s up... Might as well just get some chores done...
Rex wastes no time getting his hands dirty.
The idea of profit is nice and all, but honestly at the moment he just wants the necessities to survive. A bed to sleep in at night, a campfire to cook his first few meals and something that resembled a bathroom.
At least in prison he was used to interior plumbing.
