This game just keeps on giving. For two weeks, I haven’t gone an evening without puttering around The Lodge of the Eternal Fire, not to be confused with Hell, and not yet official in name. I have had a banging headache for two days now, and upon arrival home, have informed Cornie that “For sure tonight, I won’t be gaming with you.” Yet within 10 minutes of dinner, because I just wanted to point out a few things, I find myself sitting down in front of my monitor (in the real world) – but in the world of Ark, I am mounting great beasts, harvesting entire forests & rock quarries, and taking on T-Rexes with just a rifle and a pike.
The waterfall near which we staked our claim, is now surrounded on three sides by (quick rendering) Behemoth Gates so that we can come in and go out from any direction. Forget storage bins. We will be building two “drive thru” vaults so that we can be fully encumbered and still unload Patches and Punch. We don’t have the floor plan all worked out, and even less of it agreed upon, but dang if I am not thinking about it right now as my head throbs.
Cornie wants an aviary, and I want a (large) room with a view – I am thinking fireplaces with dino gates opening over the edge of the cliff, to be opened and left open while we are on the island, and then closed tight when we leave. I also want an Industrial Cooker for dyes and curry – I can’t wait to get back into the “kitchen”, the joy of cooking of which I discovered just before we started remodeling. Cornie wants an Industrial Forge, and a Quetzalcoatlus to assist him in keeping it full.
So many projects, so much to do, and so little time in which to do it. And when Cornie asks me for a pet, I can say “Sure! Let’s go get one now. (It doesn’t cost me a dime, or piss on my rice mats.) Whatever you want, Cornie.” 😉