Richard Head

To see all this going away. Thank you, good people of TinySpeck, for letting us play, this is the loveliest game.

My first cottage was here, and it was lovely. Sigh.

I don't want to leave.

I have of late,?but wherefore I know not,?lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, this Ur, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o?erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,?why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of pixels. What a piece of work is a Glitch! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a Giant! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Piggies delight not me?no, nor bean-counters neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

Still finding new stuff. Bye bye Ur, will miss you so much.

In a nice house with a balcony. Now it's all fields. Soon it'll be all empty fields. Then just a memory among enchanted exiles.

I will miss you so much.