The Gallery Learned To Cluck

The night arts critic found Homestead standing ankle-deep in spruce plans and saying yes to the kind of project that only begins after someone looks around spawn and asks for a photo gallery.

Wolfprism planted the idea, kaestar volunteered before the sentence cooled, and then the little supply parade began. LegoBoy1024 produced spruce in quantities usually associated with forestry crimes, Wolfprism handed over armor, bone meal, glass, food, and a building wand, and Omayor pointed toward the birch-side water when the question became where a memory-house should live. By the small hours there was a platform, stairs, a curved frame, talk of glow berries and leaves, and the first selfies already being chosen for the wall.

Elsewhere, the day kept wandering in useful directions. TheArkanite declared the main shanty village done, then later went from apple harvests to deep-dark tiptoe practice with admirable confidence and less admirable gravity. WildMitchell looked at spawn's shop area and, correctly, decided the first proper plot might as well be a pub. Sorune, meanwhile, left to hunt blaze supplies, accidentally found stranger prizes, delivered slime for glue, reached the End, came home with wings, stocked up enough spawners to start thinking about public blaze work, and still had time to build a beacon. Some errands are just built different.

Then the gallery met poultry. LegoBoy1024 reported that "a mass of chickens of around 800" had been found inside the new gallery, kaestar kept finding raw chicken everywhere, and TheArkanite considered this a food-security upgrade. The art world has survived worse openings, but rarely louder ones.