I, George IngtonWash, will transform this
barren land into a flourishing colony in only 100 Days with me as the supreme leader on top. If my adventures please you, then follow the activities of my youtube
channel by pressing the subscribe button. My journey to this land far away from Britain
had come to a halt when my incompetent sailors had run aground my fine vessel. When I found my
Narcissus tea box drenched in saltwater, I decided I had enough of those incompetent commoners.
I grabbed a dinghy and set out on my own. I was filled with fear and excitement when
I sighted land on my first day of rowing. Although it pained me to do manual labor,
I punched down a tree with my bare hands and left a mark in honor of my queen that claimed
this new land called the Americas as ours. Upon climbing up from the beach, I was greeted by the
sight of what looked like a town. I was uncertain at first if this town was the making of spanish
settlers, the natives of this land, or *disgust* Frenchmen. Armed with my dueling sword, I
approached the settlement and stumbled on some sort of ritual site filled with lava. My
suspicions as to the origins of the settlement were confirmed when I spotted savage natives
patrolling the town. But as a man of stature I faced my fear and approached the town. I also
needed sustenance, but that is beside the point. I was nearly caught entering the pe rimeter of the
village, but the skills I had picked up hunting boars in Plymouth helped me avoid detection. The
primitive houses were only made out of hardened sand, so I was easily able to break into the
house of a child to get more information. Just when I thought I was safe, a guard found
me. To my surprise, he didn’t kill me. 24:15 I was that close to striking down the insolent
child right then and there but decided against that approach. Maybe the child was tired
and it would rethink its behavior the next morning. 25:40 In my rage, I raided their entire
village. Lucky for them, they seemed to recognize my fighting prowess and they didn’t attack me.
Yet, their beds, bread, and supplies that could feed an entire village for several months
*say that fast* weren’t enough recompense. I also raided their temple and it was well worth
my valuable time. Apart from the four-leaved clover, that showed me the blossoming future
I would have in this foreign land, I found countless valuable gems. When I emerged from the
temple, I discovered a stable not unlike ones you would see back home. My first suspicion was that
the Frenchmen had managed to get here first, but it turned out that it only was one of the natives.
The choice between sleeping in a well-built stable or sleeping in a sandcastle wasn’t a difficult
one, so I graced the native stablemaster with my presence. The customers he would
attract if they heard that THE George IngtonWash had slept in his stables would
more than make up for the damages I caused. On day three, I decided to take one of
the mighty black stallions as mine: 39:40. There were equal amounts of danger and riches
in this land and I was now as determined as ever to defeat the former and acquire the ladder.
Which is what I did exactly after that by simply trading the dull native his own wheat for
emeralds, with which I got a saddle for my mighty steed. I named him Richard by the way. On the next
day, I finished the peasant’s work of grabbing all the haybales and I tamed the other black stallion.
I intended to set up a colony as soon as I could so my peasants could do all the work for me, so
I scouted out a good location for my settlement. I did find a large plateau next to another
native village and, after killing a bear, I put down the bed I had acquired
from the dessert natives and slept. With a blueprint I had saved from my now
sunken vessel, I put down a lovely house that reminded me of chalets back in Brighton. With a
sign marking this house as mine, I felt right at home. Before I went to bed, I assured myself
that my town would have enough room to grow. On day five, I placed down the supply camp
I had stolen, ah, acquired from the natives. Now that we had some supplies to start our city,
I placed down the blueprint for a town hall and created the colony. It didn’t take
long for the first settlers to arrive. For the actual town hall to be built, I
needed a builder, who in turn needed to build their own builders hut. Two other
settlers had arrived in the meantime. Filled with determination, I employed a
builder to build their own hut. That’s when everything started going south. The builder,
Mrs. Garret, started demanding that I, a noble, work as a common delivery boy and get her
materials. She didn’t budge on that even when I demanded that she do so. I told her that
this was the last time I would do such a thing and she used that to demand a red bed. And you
know what? There is only one red bed in the entire colony - and it’s mine. She said that well
knowing that I had to give away my excusite bed. Furious, I stormed to the job site the next
morning only to find Mrs. Garret late at work. Her demands were simple at first - some
acacia fence, sandstone, and so on. When I agreed lightheartedly, her eyes shone with
greed and she demanded a block of emeralds. That dew-beater remained stubborn even under
my intense scrutiny. But she really stepped over the line when she asked for netherrack. That
accursed stone can only be found in the nether, a dimension out of which only one in ten people
return. It was clear and both of us knew it - she was out to get me. Yet, I couldn’t deny her
request as I had no clue about peasant topics like construction. As the last town had already yielded
so much valuable loot, I decided to go to the next neighboring village in the hopes that I would
find some of the items I needed for Mrs. Garret. Just as back in the stable, I
traded the villagers their own wheat and killed several of the
otherworldly golems for their iron. After I got acquainted with a lovely
zebra, I went back home to sleep. With the iron from metal remains of the golems, I
upgraded my armor and with the books and emeralds I had stolen, ah, gained from the village, I
crafted the emerald block and the bookshelves. In the beginning, I had some qualms about tearing
down the native’s temple for the sandstone Mrs. Garett demanded for her construction, but
the anger I felt at having to do manual labor overruled that. I slept in the sandcastles
the natives called their homes for the night. On the next day, I returned to Mrs.
Garett, delivered the sandstone, and set off to find the rest of the materials
she needed. I discovered another sand temple and, after sleeping in a native’s village, I
looted it. With lava from a nearby lava pool, I created a nether portal and got the
netherrack. After dirting my hands with the blood of more sheep to get their wool,
I slept for another time in the native’s village and returned to my settlement. Ah, and I also
captured that zebra I talked about earlier. The next days were a blur of endless
farming. Mrs. Garett always needed new extravagant items especially a lot of wool.
Although it was entirely unfitting to my station, I decided to lure some of
the sheep into my settlement to start a sheep farm. If I wasn’t tending to
my animals, I was hacking down one acacia tree after another as Mrs. Garett continued
demanding ludicrous amounts of wood. On day 15, the constant echoes of her dreadful
voice *insert: It’s not good enough ey?* drove me over the edge. I wasn’t going to be bossed
around by a lubbertwort and a quite green one at that. Even though mining was even lowlier than
herding sheep, I did it just to get away from that woman. Even monsters, the likes I had never
seen back in the motherland, couldn’t faze me. I slaughtered them without fear or remorse
as the true monster was still waiting on the surface with a smug smile on her
face *echoe: I serve to pleasure* When one of my settlers died by the hands of one of
those dreadful creatures, I didn’t even blink. Let’s have them taste how helplessness feels.
Maybe then they will get cooperative. While mining in this dark place underground, I found
joy in the rubies, opals, and diamonds I found. That joy was quickly crushed the next
day when I found out that the peasants were going to rest the next day to mourn the dead.
Do they think we can afford such carelessness? On top of that, Mrs. Garett was demanding
three blocks of gold for her builder’s hut. At this point, she is just shamelessly admitting
that she is extorting me. I told her exactly that: There is no possible way for you to justify
needing three gold blocks for a shack, this is for your own self-gain. What happened
next made me realize the true monster she is. The first thing I saw was the death message:
Your soon-to-be second builder: Arlo Corby has died. I ran out only to see one of
the natives running wild in my settlement. I bravely faced the intruder and bested him in
combat. As the intruder went down, I heard him whisper: Garett. I was shocked to my core. That
had been a sign from her. A sign that told me, I not only can do it, but I also will do whatever
it takes to succeed, even if it takes the life of my fellow countrymen. As much as it pains me to
admit it, I might have hit Mrs. Garett with the flat of my blade. A noble of my caliber shouldn’t
have done so, but I needed to set boundaries. I couldn’t continue as usual and
I needed a plan of approach. So, I went back down into the underground to think
about my next steps in the fight against that monster that calls herself human. I emerged
from my days of mining not only with riches but also with a plan. I would fulfill all her
requests even if it was beneath my station, but as soon as she is finished, I will eliminate
and have another peasant take her place. It wasn’t one of my most genius plans, but it seemed like
my only viable route forward. I also had the perfect man for the job. A new settler called:
Kenny Goddamn. That name carried great power. The days blurred once again into a constant
stream of stuff I needed to fetch or craft. Yet, I endured the mental torture as the figurative
light at the end of the tunnel came near. I didn’t care when she demanded spruce logs, a
tree that only grows in snowy areas, and I had to tear down my house because the only
spruce logs in a five hundred kilometer radius were used in my house. I didn’t care that I had
to mine for five days to get enough gold for the three gold blocks. I endured everything. While
the gold and iron I had farmed was smelting, I lit up my entire territory. The light
would keep predators and most importantly. Mrs. Garetts Assasin squad away from my
settlement. I also crafted myself better gear with all the gems I had mined and made myself
a little garden. I told myself at first that I was only doing it to get food to live, but
I found myself quite enjoying the process. On the morning of the next day, I think it
was day 27, I excitedly gave Mrs. Garett the last missing ingredients: the three gold blocks.
For several days, she had me watching her work, while she would demand a few ladders
or some wool. She must have grown old of me watching her because she suddenly
started asking for a buttload of materials. I have to admit, my reaction was pretty
childish *2:03:50*, but I just couldn’t stand this any longer. I packed up my
things and left with a new and faster horse. At least that’s what I wanted her to believe.
Everything until now had been a facade I wanted her to see. That monster had of course thought of
a counterplan. She intended to just continue to ask for more materials while destroying the ones
she had already placed when I wasn’t looking. If the builder’s hut would never be
finished, she could never be killed. During my week of adventure, I befriended
wales, traversed countless biomes, raided other stables, and found honey cows. I also
found some sort of shipwreck filled with natives that tried killing me with green creatures that
explode. The fight was intense, but they stood no chance against my superior fighting prowess.
I assume that the shipwreck must have been from a Frenchmen vessel and the natives have made it
their home. All that was quite enlightening, but not part of my plan to bring Mrs. Garett to
fall. My true goal was to loot more of the native’s temples and houses to get more of the
instant-building supply camps. And loot I did. I came back to my settlement with
three of the instant supply camps. I placed one down and tore it down for materials.
I went to sleep knowing that I had enough materials to drown Mrs. Garrett in them. The next
day, I delivered all the items Mrs. Garett would ever need. While she hopelessly struggled with
coming up with a way out, I started on creating a field for my future peasants, ah workers.
What I didn’t foresee was Mrs. Garetts arrogance. Instead of requesting materials, she
didn’t have, she continued to request flint and steel which she already had. We had a fierce
argument, but she didn’t budge on her idiotic demand. Even when I fired her, only to rehire her,
she still kept asking me for a flint she already had. When flooding her inventory with flint and
steel didn’t help, my patience came to an end: *01:30* Finally I covered up the entire area with
dirt so the matter would stay buried forever. I asked my settlers who wanted to take Mrs.
Garretts place and I can’t tell you how much of a relief it was when an honorable man -
Boden Y. Madden - stepped up from what few settlers I had left. With a sure voice, he
said: *insert I know*. And let me tell you, he knew a thing or two about construction. With
just a stack of logs, some gravel, and stone, he finished the builder’s
hut within two days. 37:45 Once the builder’s hut was finished,
Boden started work on the town hall. Even Kenny Goddam was encouraged by Boden’s
successes and decided to become a builder as well. That was exactly the self-motivation I had sought
and I decided to ignore the town hall and get the materials for the second builder’s hut. The next
day, I continued with gathering all the materials for our town hall. I didn’t mind the constant
running around, the felling of trees, the mining, the sweat. All that was drowned out by the joy
that everyone in the colony was finally working. We were progressing fast, the second builder’s
hut already finished construction. My high mood was somewhat dampened when the remainders
of Mrs. Garetts Assasin squad attacked us. I didn’t arrive in time to save an
innocent woman from being fatally shot. Even from her grave, Mrs. Garetts cold hands
seemed to claw at the unity of our settlement. I left the next day for the neighboring
village and saved them from an attack to keep up good relations. There will be
songs sung until the distant future of how one man stopped an army of beasts while clinging
to dear life and bravely standing ground. I obviously extracted payment in form
of some valuable resources afterward. What I found quite eye-opening was the
fact that the native warriors had hidden in the underbrush when the attack started.
It was quite awkward when I found them, but I could understand their actions. Without the
gear I was wearing, I would have fled as well. When I returned to the village with the
resources needed to finish the town hall, the atmosphere with my remaining citizens felt
tense. Yesterday had been a day of mourning for the fallen citizen - Was that it? No, it was
more than that. At first, I thought I could lift that tension with housing and it indeed
worked for a while. Now that I think about it, they had been asking me to build a house to sleep
in since day one - complaining that they hadn’t slept since they had arrived here. What made
this whole issue come to ahead was when Kenny finished building the house, but couldn’t live in
it because women recieve housing before men do. He insisted that he had built his
house and that he wanted to live in it. I told Kenny that I planned to build more houses,
a decision I had made up on the spot to get out of this mess, but Kenny stubbornly wanted to stay
in the “first house he had built”. I didn’t know what to do from here, so I decided to ignore and
thereby overrule his decision. I had him start construction on a farm instead of a second
house as the colony was running low on food. Finally, both Kenny and Boden finished
construction on the farm and town hall on the same day. As I was a man of my word, I
ordered the construction of three extra houses to house the entire colony and
both Kenny and Boden went to work. During those days, I sprinted around the colony,
chopping down one tree after another. My white skin had already tanned considerably under the
combination of sweat and the sun, I had gathered so many apples from cutting down apple trees
that I could feed an entire nation with them. Then it hit me - I could just get someone to cut
down trees for me. So, I put down the blueprint for that occupation right next to the forest
I grew right next to my house for a renewable source of trees. Boden started working on making
that blueprint a reality. Because I had placed the blueprint on uneven ground, it needed to be
flattened and I decided to help Boden. He gave me a few pointers on how to efficiently move a lot
of dirt and surprisingly I was thankful for that. He had finished the place in no time and I
promptly hired the last unemployed citizen as the lumberjack. I also placed down a mine which
would hopefully produce a lot of cobblestone. Because I needed more people to fulfill all
the new roles in our colony and new citizens only arrive at the settlement if there are
empty houses, I placed down blueprints for even more houses. Now the only thing left
to fix was the always running around part. For that, we could place down a warehouse
that stores all the items of the colony and the couriers who brings and
fetches all items from the warehouse. When I prioritized building the warehouse and
pushed back the construction of more houses, Kenny started a strike. Their demands were
ridiculous: They demanded there to be one guard for every three citizen because they
didn’t feel safe with so many monsters around. It was true that on average one citizen died every
week, but that couldn’t have been avoided with guards. Ok, maybe it could have, but I wasn’t
going to build barracks, training centers, guard towers, and a university to research
all the buildings as they demanded. Did they even know how expensive only one of the
buildings would be? It didn’t help my case that some savage natives attacked and nearly killed
Kenny the next day. Now even Boden had joined in on the protest. After trying for a while to egg
them on by continuously firing and hiring them, I caved. I would start building the university
and all the buildings after I had finished the construction of a warehouse and two courier
huts. So, I started gathering materials with an iron will. I fell so many trees that my hands
went permanently sticky from the sap, I traversed tens of cave systems in search of granite only
to find out that it didn’t spawn naturally and I had to go into the nether, get quartz and combine
quartz with cobblestone. I could have just built a boat right then and there and sailed back to
Great Britain with all the rubies, diamonds, and other valuable materials I had found. I could
have bought a small kingdom, but deep in my heart, I felt responsible for my settlement. We weren’t
yet the prospering town I had wished it to be, but each and every one of my citizens lay dear
to my heart. Together, we finished construction of the extra houses, so new settlers could
arrive and we constructed a delivery man hut. The extra houses paid off as several new citizens
did indeed arrive to fill the space. What I didn’t expect was for King Hammond to arrive
at the colony. He told me that he had been caught cheating on his wife and he needed to
disappear from Queen Elizabeth’s radar for a while for things to calm down. I couldn’t
decide whether I should be offended, honored, or duty-bound to strike the
man down. When the King of my country voluntarily took the open position of the
courier, which only consists out of running around with abnormally much on your back, I decided I
would just treat him like I would my citizens. With so many new helping hands available, I
upgraded all the houses which should allow for people to procreate. The new buzzle
of the village was interrupted when mummies from the neighboring temple attacked the
town. To be honest, it was kind of underwhelming. Because I was still cutting down wood even with
two foresters, I decided to build two additional woodcutters and I also got spruce wood seeds
as the builders seemed to really like the wood, but it didn’t grow naturally near the desert.
After ages, the warehouse was finally complete. As expected, King Hammond had to learn
the ropes of being a courier first. I taught him some recipes and instructed him
how much and where he should fetch items. Now, I can just put an item in
any of those storage devices and if anyone in the colony needs something, King
Hammond will bring it to them and, if needed, bring back their produce. It felt odd at first
to have your King run errands, but he always told me that he had enough experience running after he
had to run away from the queen for the last year. With the warehouse finished, I put down the
blueprint for the university and started construction. The town got attacked once again
by two mummies this time and the attacks must only get more intense as we grow. Building the
university to research defensive structures, suddenly didn’t seem so bad after all. To
underline the commitment I had in this town, I put all my personal riches and materials into
the colony’s warehouse which meant that all my citizens had free access to them. Two of
my citizens, the miner, and Mr. Goddman got sick and I thought I had to banish some of my most
loyal citizens from my village to stop the spread, but apparently, on this continent, they only need
a carrot and a potato. I also increased the level of our town hall in order to unlock the defensive
towers and barracks my citizens wanted so badly. I also started construction on a second courier
and upgraded the first courier station to take some of the strain off of King Hammond’s
shoulders. To increase morale even further, I also gave the order to start construction on
a restaurant, so we could finally eat something other than pure bread. Apart from enduring the
difficulties of gathering the stupendous amounts of wood and stone needed for the university,
working with my citizens felt great. Also, a new settler arrived to take the position of the second
courier. That in itself would be great if he hadn’t that name: *Beauchamp*. At first, he told
me that it is pronounced Beauchamp *english*, but I wasn’t enough of a fool to believe him - He was
a Frenchman. Before I could cut his head off, he quickly explained that I was correct, but he was
only half french. I didn’t know whether that made it better or worse. I finally settled on the
former one, but still kept a keen eye on him. The construction of the academy was coming
along nicely, the only flaw in the building was the … let’s say lackluster toilets. I
understand that the builder couldn’t just create an entire sewage system, but couldn’t he
dig a hole or something instead of just putting a metal bowl at the end of a room? Ah well. King
Hammond also pointed out that having a flag for our settlement could be a huge morale boost. I
must say that the flag came out pretty nicely. The last piece to finish the academy
came from the neighboring town where I, after rescuing the natives from another
raid, took the liberty to take their bell. After nearly 97 days, the first child was
born in our colony. It is said that the birth of the first child is the first step
from a colony to an independent country. My excitement got somewhat dulled when the mother
of the child, the miner, died the day after in an accident in the mines when she found a cave
filled with monsters. I couldn’t bring it over my heart to tell the child but gave her enough
apples so she would never need to see the doctor and grow up to be strong like her mother. When
I reached the 100-day mark, I said goodbye for now to all my citizens and I gave all my expensive
gear to Kenny Goddamn who had stuck with me since the start. Through thick and thin. Finally, I
towered up and looked at what we as a community, as a colony had built with our sweat and
tears, and sadly enough, blood. It’s beautiful. I had so much fun with this project
and I would love to do a second part this time with other players
where we battle for supremacy of the continent. If that sounds like something
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