1.01. Welcome to San Myshuno!

Looking forward to following this new Legacy story 🙂

Moving Mountains


It was a bright day when Amélie Dumont stepped out of her bus and into the new and terrifying city of San Myshuno. Remembering the green fields and the soft hills of Champs Les Sims, her hometown, she had to admit that the big city was something else entirely. A big knot of doubt and panic began to build inside her chest and she frowned, gripping her suitcase more tightly in her small hand.

Am I doing the right thing? I know so many have done this before, but …

She had traveled nearly across the whole world just to see the amazing site of the spice market before her. The sounds of people speaking and yelling, the incredible, bouncing cacophony of life that was vibrating from each colorful inch her bright blue eyes could see and the delicious smell of foreign delicacies just waiting to be tasted. It was…

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The Keen Legacy 1.5: The Flower Children

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Once upon a time, on an island in the sea, there lived a husband and wife. The husband worked in the garden and his wife painted beautiful pictures. They were alone except for their…

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The Post-Apocalyptic Murkland Starter Challenge: #9 PARTAY


It was hard to believe I had just met my new salamander friend a day ago.  Oshi and I have become fast friends already.  I don’t think it is because we have so much in common.  She is an excellent gardener and plays the violin so wonderfully.  Me … well most of my skill set centers around collecting cats, talking and starting fires (I would like to take some more guitar lessons but I get the feeling that Ridge is trying to avoid that subject).  Anyway, I digress!  Whatever it is we clicked right from the start.

Oshi had accepted my dinner invite and we found ourselves just chatting away all thru the meal.  The conversation was just as sweet as the grilled fruit kabobs with honey and cinnamon that I had prepared for the occasion.

We are kindred spirits, I guess you’d say.  We shared similar experiences wandering in the wilderness right…

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Letter 1: Tim to Darren

Droplets of Stardust

Previous letter: Darren to Tim

Dear Darren,

I’m sorry that I took about one thousand years to finally answer you. In the time since I’ve got your letter, I started so many times, but somehow my courage kept leaving me. I really thought that this is what I wanted – advice, help … But now I’m not so sure. I guess the minute I started writing I realized that I would have to … you know. Talk about the stuff that’s been happening.


You sound like a nice guy, Darren. I’m glad that you appreciate my honesty, but I really have to tell you that I might be the biggest liar you will ever meet. You see … I spent my whole life lying to everybody I’ve met. About who I am. Where I came from. I guess the only thing I’ve always wanted to keep in the open is…

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Murky 1.13: PlantSimming Postponed

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Previously, at the end of Week 3:
   • On Friday, oshizu follows her usual daily routine of gardening, fishing, followed by a yard sale;
   • On Saturday, she visits Nukecrest and discovers Johnny Zest is a creepster and welcomes Trinity Black to Nukecrest;
   • She throws a dance party at the Fire & Music Festival venue to celebrate the end of her third week in Murkland; and
   • Reads the Portal Management Service’s memo about the Mystical Tree only being open at 10 a.m.

Week 4/Sunday

I wake up this morning at 4 am after a full night’s sleep.
My hygiene has zeroed out overnight, so I unthinkingly head for my beloved tarp shower.

Suddenly, “someone” cancels my shower action! Why? *rubs sleep from my eyes
Oh, right! I’m not supposed to shower today.

Done with gardening, I go somewhere new since the tree’s portal won’t open for another 3…

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The Post-Apocalyptic Murkland Starter Challenge: #8 :(

Following another Murky tale


Author’s note.  To my faithful “Search for a King” readers.  I know I was to do an update for you this week.  They are very labor intensive and this was a very long week.  I will get set to start capturing shots tonight!   PLEASE forgive my broken promise.

It was my birthday and I had invited my murky garden club buddies over to celebrate with a nice birthday brunch.  I did not want them toiling in the garden during their visit (this time) so I rose uncharacteristically early to get the garden all fixed up before they arrived.

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I even cleaned the potty bush … blech.

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After putting the water on the fire to get it hot for tea I made grilled trash fruit kabobs with a spicy maple cumin glaze for the repast … vegan friendly of course (got to keep a happy face on my Ridge).  The encampment was spic…

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Murky 1.5:  She’s a Mutant Muchacha

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Week 2/Sunday

While eating rummaged mac and cheese, I think back over my first week in Murkland.
Suddenly, I hear a friendly voice. Could it be?
Whoa, it’s my first ever visitor!

Chiliad is a lazy, snobby politician, one of those Salamanders who recently moved into Fort Murkland.
Sure are a lot of Murklanders in the politician career. Why is that?

Fort Murkland is up north on the lot where the Landgraabs used to live.
I’ve only heard rumors about Cliff City and Fort Murkland up north.
Both places are off limits, unless one achieves Level 7 Gardening and Level 8 Charisma.
Really looking forward to visiting them both, eventually!

Introducing myself to Chiliad, I’m so glad he doesn’t seem to mind the stench.
It’s rude of me to eat in front of Chiliad, I know. But I’m starving!

Considering how smelly and filthy I am, I’m surprised how friendly…

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