I've embarked on a treacherous journey through the endless terrain of wheat crops worth far too less for the work I've done to obtain them. Through the daunting mountains with sharp-edged stones that cut and bleed me dry of time by searching for them. Between luscious forests, hills of brick, and vast fields of sheep, I've traveled everywhere. Even the boundless desert that provides an inner peace in its emptiness and solitude... Oh wait there's a robber. Also, it's 4 a.m. Perfect excuse to pause the game since I'm going to lose anyways. ...or maybe... Maybe just one more turn.