After waiting two weeks for new supplies that would allow us to continue our journey down the river they finally arrived on “the worlds fastest train” as it is known in England, we finally began our journey to the next checkpoint. Our destination, the biggest city established thus far, an encampment with walls and about 10 barracks that house both supplies and colonists. As we arrived on shore, two cannibals instantly greeted me; however, they were dressed in finer clothing then I had on my own back. After unloading the countless supplies we had received upstream with the blinding light in our faces, I set out to meet the manager. Upon arriving at his mansion, it quickly became apparent that the people of his city called him the chief. After some idle chatting with the butler, I was finally told to come back tomorrow to meet with the chief because he was “out hunting for today”.
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