The little story of an unfortunate little village.
A group of settler finaly found a nice valley to begin anew after being outcasted from they old town due to overpopulation, they were the *winner* of the infamous lottery. Slowly working to land, clearing out swaths (patch?) of lands to erect their futur building. All was goind well during the first summer and autumn sadly, they underestimated the amount of work ahead of them and that valley was treacherous due to early winters, wich they did not know....
Good thing they had enough gatherer and hunter to provide enough food to last the winter, they tought food would be the most important. At the begining of the winter they only had 2 house, the forester hut, the gatherer hut and the hunter lodge built. One familly was still homeless and sadly did not make it to the end of winter....
Spring arrived and the new year could start and while grieving they kept going and working the land, they also had their first baby, hope was on the horizon. They kept building and improving the land arround them, builder was working hard and fast to make sure they would have all the necessary workshop to support they slowly growing village.
One villager died to old age today, was the woodsman, Alla took over only... to be killed by the first tree she fell... That was bad luck. The elder said the town was cursed but nobody really listened to them and kept moving forward even tho it wasnt easy. We had a massive shortage of stones, ressource was getting harder to come by, the gatherer and hunter had a little trouble to keep up with stocking the barn.
First trader came and they purchased seeds to start agriculture to be able to sustain the growing village. They kept working hard and non-stop, population was growing steadily, from 20 when they first came they were now 40.... but the horror was awaiting them..... Late autumn of the 8th year a fireplace inside a civilian house caught fire in a way it wasnt supposed to, at least they had a well close... but by the time they could extinguish the fire it had spread to the barn.... burning all the stockpiled food they was supposed to be used for the winter.... slowly they all fell on by one to hunger and cold, all the tools were lost, the extra clothing too, a little was still at the market place but they were bought out and did not last. The whole village died the night of the fire, even tho their doom was coming they kept surviving untill the last one died.
So even tho there is no combat, one badluck or mistake such has building the barn to close to houses can be disastrous if it strike at the wrong time. But good thing i adopted the *loosing is fun*(tm) motto hehehe. I hope you enjoyed this little writing of me, i am horrible at writing but i tried to convey my badluck in a new way for me hehe.
I am enjoying this a bit too much i think, i wil put it on ice untill i can ecord and make some videos. Have a nice day!