I guess the best way to describe the destruction of this random housing system is via a storytelling:
Story start:
It was a beautiful night. I woke up from my nap, and grabbed the watering can laying beside the Palm Tree Lamp. I exited my humble little hut. The lovely hybrid flowers outside greeted me warmly. I saw Bill waving from far, holding an Apple.
I suddenly thought to myself: 'oh... reminds me to work on the perfect apple farm'. It was only mere few days ago, that I started working on a perfect apple farm. I smiled, thinking of the exchange with Isabelle about that.
'Oh! But...but.... the villagers would like to have perfect apples once in a while as supper...' I smiled even more, remembering her worried face.
I strolled over to the planned farm, but to my dismay, I saw a house construction site. Too shocked to even mutter a response, I dropped my watering can and ran to the sign. It says 'Reserved for Anchovy'. I fell on the floor, and grabbed whatever is left of the trampled apples...
Story start:
It was a beautiful night. I woke up from my nap, and grabbed the watering can laying beside the Palm Tree Lamp. I exited my humble little hut. The lovely hybrid flowers outside greeted me warmly. I saw Bill waving from far, holding an Apple.
I suddenly thought to myself: 'oh... reminds me to work on the perfect apple farm'. It was only mere few days ago, that I started working on a perfect apple farm. I smiled, thinking of the exchange with Isabelle about that.
'Oh! But...but.... the villagers would like to have perfect apples once in a while as supper...' I smiled even more, remembering her worried face.
I strolled over to the planned farm, but to my dismay, I saw a house construction site. Too shocked to even mutter a response, I dropped my watering can and ran to the sign. It says 'Reserved for Anchovy'. I fell on the floor, and grabbed whatever is left of the trampled apples...