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I think I've discovered the joys of the nutrient paste dispenser. My pawns don't need to burn tons of fuel keeping multiple stoves or fireplaces going, they don't have to run around collecting ingredients that might rot away at any time without rushing a freezer, they don't have to spend all their time cooking meals. Since I can pour all my food collection efforts into farming, I don't need to constantly hunt herds of animals into extinction (which is good, because this biome is filled with nasty things that are almost guaranteed to turn on a hunter and tear them to shreds). All meat collected goes into pemmican production, so I can actually afford to run expeditions. The time saved goes into making the base more and more habitable to the point where nearly everyone is Content or better.

Sure, the pawns don't exactly care for the bland paste, but it vastly outweighs the negative moods gained from food poisoning or getting thrashed by angry elephants.

Oh boy.

The God of Nazca (and eventually, the world) is Huehueteotl. He is a jolly god and the lord of the skies.

I'm seeing new neighbors. Hello, new neighbors!

Gregor felt his wounds knit back together, and gave a quick thumbs-up in Branwen's direction.

: "Thanks for the help!"

Javelin Zombie N!

: "Old Master's lessons did not involve the disposal of bodies, ma'am. We got few visitors and none of them died while visiting, so it never came up."

: "He did not like most people, sir. He often spoke of "showing up those useless Goddesses" and called elves "good-for-nothing tarts". Revivians and blobs were simply his least favorites."

: "This creature does seem rather harmless, though."

: "...Perhaps some calming tea? Ladies and gentlemen?"

It was all the homunculus could think to do.