the road was once awash with the clopping of caravans, and dappled with myriad shades of silken canopies
...
it's a golf course now

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the road was once awash with the clopping of caravans, and dappled with myriad shades of silken canopies
...
it's a golf course now
How it felt fighting pre-hard mode bosses on classic difficulty after your only experience with terraria is playing it on a phone five years ago and watching master mode playthroughs on YouTube:
And then how it felt to get jumped on my third night by Twins (I still managed to deplete half of their health bar):
You know when you’re playing Terraria and then you need to grind for hell stone? And you just kinda zone out and 12 minutes later you’ve made it back up to the surface and you’re wondering what the fuck you’re gonna do with 496 hellstone ore?
I did not find home among rabbit-mown pastures
or in the secret ravines where antlions dwell;
I reaped gifts from the hollow of great mahogany trees;
but I was not at home among brambles and thorns
nay, home is an island, a light in the fog.
and this home
this housing
is suitable.
Playing Terraria Btw if you didn't notice from earlier