No matter how many squicky details FTA gets, it's still essentially a game that romanticizes the can-do frontier spirit. Less romantic: pictures I found from 1940 in the Library of Congress's flickr stream, showing a more realistic view - five kids in a dugout with cardboard for insulation and a sod roof, and one of the saddest fields of corn ever. It's fascinating to look at these pictures; it's a kind of grim squalor that I don't want to think about much, and in comparison, the options I write about are like Swiss Family Robinson. It's kind of embarrassing.
Now I'm going to return to figuring out how to let a lone PC in the wilderness make glass windows.
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