No one quite knows what brought the priest to abandon his wealth and former life and move to this quaint little parish, where nothing ever happens. Local legends say that sometimes, in the dead of the night, you can find him beneath the statue he brought with him, rumoured to mark an unnamed grave, pleading for forgiveness…

“Who cares about the balderdash I sprouted yesterday?”(famous german misquotation)

Anyway… guess I started a historical neighbourhood? I mean, it’s completely anachronistic in order to fit my (rather strict, I guess?) maxis-matchy style and kind of boring, but, hey, why not? (it’s also 75% Skell, clothing-wise)

I probably won’t post much about it at all (maybe as much as my medieval game- yes, that is a thing that exists. On the bright side, I played a few Strangetown households why listening to lecture recordings (don’t do this!), so as soon as I feel like spending three hours setting up my queue, you can expect some new content on this blog.