End of v0.10. Stay tuned for the next patch: “How to Repopulate Without Awkwardness.”
That’s the real entertainment. The small, defiant joys.
This is how you live in the end.
Your dream home is not a suburban McMansion (too many windows, too many former neighbors who now want to eat your face). It’s the second floor of a 24-hour hardware store. Why? Concrete walls, roll-down security gates, and an entire aisle of machetes. But we’re not animals. Curb appeal matters. String up some solar-powered fairy lights on the barbed wire. Paint a cheerful mural on the barricaded entrance: “Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter” in a friendly, looping cursive.
So go on, darling. Step out. Swing that hammer. And remember—if you see a zombie in a leather jacket and pink duct-taped crowbar, give a little wave. That’s just us, heading to our next dinner reservation.