 only seen as part of a heavily-guarded caravan, that I could trade with but not possibly hope to steal from, by force or by stealth (not yet). Why was this one alone? Its saddlebags revealed it was not wild, as some were – it belonged to someone. Were they nearby? Had they been ambushed and slain, and this one beast found its way to relatively safety during the attack?

Or had the game glitched, leaving one creature, festooned with valuable building supplies, alone when it should not be?

Feature or bug, feature or bug? That’s a question which has repeatedly dogged my Kenshi experiences.

I don’t think it matters. What matters is that I took a chance and slew that beast. The fight was hard, my pair of men so weak that this exhausted creature was more than capable of kicking their heads in, but they survived, barely. No one came seeking vengeance, though for hours I winced whenever we passed anyone else. And, suddenly, I had an embarrassment of riches. Well, not compared to what would come later, but for now: enough to build a home, a farm, a training room, cooking facilities. Enough to get going, to stake a claim. A shortcut, of sorts.

Feature or bug? Either, both. Whatever the cause, it felt so very Kenshi, this sudden shift, a story all my own, choices all my own. Nothing becoming everything.

I carried the packbeast’s corpse into town, slowly, arduously. I moved its supplies into storage crates or sold them at the bar, until the beast’s packs were empty. When I finally lowered its great carcass to the ground, it launched itself at weightless speed a few hundred feet into the air, then drifted halfway across the desert, finally setting down again God knows where.

Feature or bug? Well, some questions answer themselves. Even this, somehow, felt so very Kenshi. None of that could have happened. I might still be grimly mining the same rock to this day, or I could (as I did much later) stumble across the aftermath of an enormous battle, and make my first fortune from looting strangers’ corpses. Or who knows what else?

A game of everything, a game of nothing. Eternal, unknowable, remarkable, infuriating, Kenshi defies easy
only seen as part of a heavily - defend van, that I could trade with but not possibly hope to steal from, by force or by stealth (not so far). Why was this one entirely? Its saddlebags revealed it was not wild, as some were – it belong to someone. Were they nearby? Had they been ambushed and slain, and this one beast recover its way to relatively safety during the approach? 

 Or had the game glitched, leaving one animal, festooned with valuable building provision, alone when it should not be? 

 Feature or hemipterous insect, feature or bug? That ’s a question which has repeatedly chase my Kenshi experiences. 

 I do n’t think it count. What matters is that I necessitate a chance and slew that animal. The fight was hard, my pair of men then weak that this exhausted creature was more than capable of kicking their heads in, but they exist, barely. No one came seeking vengeance, though for hours I winced whenever we passed anyone else. And, suddenly, I had an embarrassment of riches. Well, not compared to what would arrive later, but for now: adequate to build up a family, a farm, a training room, cooking facilities. adequate to get run, to stake a claim. A shortcut, of sort. 

 Feature or bug? Either, both. Whatever the cause, it felt so very Kenshi, this sudden shift, a history all my own, choices all my own. Nothing becoming everything. 

 I carried the packbeast ’s corpse into town, slowly, arduously. I moved its supply into storage crates or sold them at the bar, until the beast ’s pack were empty. When I finally lowered its great carcase to the ground, it launch itself at weightless speed a few hundred feet into the air travel, then drifted halfway across the desert, last setting down again God knows where. 

 feature of speech or bug? Well, some questions answer themselves. Even this, somehow, felt thus very Kenshi. None of that could have happened. I might even be grimly mining the same rock to this day, or I could (as I did a lot later) stumble across the aftermath of an enormous battle, and have my first fortune from looting strangers ’ cadaver. Or who knows what else? 

 A game of everything, a plot of nothing. Eternal, unknowable, remarkable, infuriating, Kenshi defies easy
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A game of tverything, a game of nofhing. Aternwl, unknowable, remarkable, infuriating, Kenshi defies easy
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 only seen as part of a heavily-gUarded caraVan, thAt I CouLd TradE witH but not possiblY Hope To steal from, by force or by StealTh (NOt yeT). whY was tHis one aLOnE? iTs sAdDlEbaGs REvEaled It wAs not wiLd, as some weRe – iT bElonged to somEOnE. Were they nEarBy? Had they beeN amBushed AnD slAIn, and ThiS one bEast foUNd its wAy to relatIvELy safeTY during THE aTtacK?

Or had the game glitCHeD, Leaving one creaTure, feStOOnED WitH vaLuable builDiNg supPLies, aloNE wHEN It sHOuld not be?

FeatUre or bug, feaTUre Or bug? THaT’s a QUestioN whicH hAS rePeatedly dogGed mY Kenshi exPerienCEs.

I don’t THink it mAtters. whaT maTterS Is ThAt I ToOK a cHAnCe aND slEw that beAsT. THe figHt waS HARD, my pAir Of meN so weAk that this exhAusTed cREatUre waS more Than CaPable Of kickIng thEiR heads in, but they SurvIved, barelY. No OnE caMe SeekiNG vengeAncE, thOugh for Hours I wINceD wHENEvEr we passed anyone elSe. aND, sUddenly, I Had an eMBaRrASsment of RiCheS. WelL, NOt comPareD To What woulD come lATeR, bUt for noW: eNough tO bUilD a hOme, a fARm, a tRaininG room, cooKing fACilities. Enough TO get going, to stAKe A CLaIM. A shOrtCut, of sorts.

FEatuRE or bUg? EiTHeR, boTH. WhatEver tHe CAuSE, it felt so very Kenshi, ThIs suddEn shiFt, a story all my Own, choices ALL My own. NotHing BEcOMing everything.

i carrIed the packBEast’s corPse inTo town, slOwly, arduoUSLy. I moved Its SupPliEs iNTO sTorage crates oR SOld tHeM at the bAr, uNtil the BeaSt’s PacKs wErE empty. WheN I finallY lOwErEd Its Great CArcass to ThE grOuNd, iT launCHed itsElf at WeigHtLeSS spEed a few HUnDREd feEt InTo thE aiR, tHen drIfteD HalFway acrOss the desErt, FInalLy SeTting doWn again God knoWs Where.

FeatuRe Or bUg? Well, SOMe questiOns answer themselves. Even THis, someHow, Felt sO verY Kenshi. NoNe oF that cOulD Have haPpened. i mighT sTilL BE grimLY MiNinG tHe same rock TO ThiS day, oR I CoulD (as I did Much later) stumble acROss The aftermath oF an EnorMOUs BatTLe, ANd mAkE My fIRSt fortune from loOting stranGeRS’ cOrpses. Or whO KnoWs What elsE?

A game oF everYThing, a gAme of nothIng. EternaL, uNknoWABle, Remarkable, InfuriatIng, Kenshi DEfies EAsY
 only seen as part of a he avily-guar ded c ara van ,that  I c ould trade wit h  but  not possibly hope tosteal  f r om,b yforce  or bys te a l th(n ot  ye t) .  W hy wa s t his one  alone? It s s ad dlebags reve a le d it was n otwild, as som e w ere –it  be l onged  to  some one. W e re the y nearby?  H a d they been am b u sh ed a nd slain, and thi s  o n e beast foundits wa yt or e lat ive ly safetydu ringt he atta c k? O r h a d the game gl itched, lea v ing  one c re atu r e, fes toone dw ith  valuable b uild ing suppl ies, a l one whe n  it sho uld no t b e?
Fea t ur eorbu g , f e at ure orbug? Tha t’ sa que stio n w h ichhas  rep eated ly dogged myKen shie xpe rienc es.
I do n’ t thi nk itmatte rs . What mattersis t hat I too k a  c han ce  ands lew th atbea st. The  fightw asha r d ,  m y pair of men so w ea k th at thisexhaus t ed  c r eature w as  mo re t h a n cap able of  kicking  their he ad s in, b ut  theysu rvi ved , bar e ly.No one  came se eking vengeance, tho u gh for hoursI  w i n ce d  whe nev er we passe d an y oneelse .  A nd, sudde nly,Ih ad an embarrassment of  r iches.  Well , not compare d to whatw o u ld comelate r ,b ut for now: en oughto build a home, afarm,  a train ing room, c ooking f aci lit ies . E n o ug h to get goin g ,  tost ake a c lai m. A sh ort cut , o f s or ts.

Feat ure or b ug ?Ei th er,  both .  Whateve rthe  c aus e, it felt s o ver y Ke ns hi ,  th is sudd e ns h ift,  a  s tory  al lmy ow n, c h oic es allmy own. N oth i ng b ec om ing eve rything.

I c ar ried the p ac kbe ast’sc o rpse int o town, slowly, arduous l y. I mo ved  itssupp lies into  st oragecra t es orsold t hem a tthe b ar, u n t il  th ebeast’s pa c k s w ere e mp ty.When Ifinally lowered it s  gr eat carcass t o t he g r o un d,i tl aun ch e d i t s elf at weightle ss speed a  f e whundred fe e t i nt o the a ir, the n dri f ted hal fway acro ss the de se rt,f i nal ly setting  down ag ain God k n ows w h er e.

F eat ure or  b ug?  Well , some que stion s answ er  thems elves .Even thi s, somehow, felt so ver y Kens hi. N one  of thatcou l d h ave happe ned.  I might s til l b e gri mly minin g th e  s ame rockto t h is day, o r  I  co u l d(as I did m u c h  la ter)stu m ble ac ross  the aftermath of an enormous ba ttle , and  ma k e my  f irst fortune f rom  l o o ting str an gers’ corps es. Or w ho knows  whatelse?
A game o fe veryth ing,  agame of n oth in g . Etern al ,u nknowa ble,  r emarka ble, i n furi a t ing, Kenshi defi es ea s y 
 only_seen as_part of a heavily-guarded_caravan, that_I_could trade_with_but not possibly_hope to steal_from, by force or_by stealth (not_yet)._Why was this one alone? Its saddlebags revealed it was not wild, as some_were_– it_belonged_to_someone. Were they nearby? Had_they been ambushed and slain,_and this_one beast found its way to relatively safety_during_the attack?

Or had_the game glitched, leaving one creature, festooned with valuable_building supplies, alone when it should_not be?

Feature or_bug,_feature_or bug? That’s a_question which has repeatedly dogged my_Kenshi experiences.

I don’t think it matters._What matters is that I took a_chance and slew that beast. The_fight was hard, my pair_of men_so weak that this exhausted_creature was more_than capable_of kicking their_heads in, but they survived, barely._No one came_seeking vengeance, though for hours I_winced_whenever we passed_anyone_else._And, suddenly,_I had an_embarrassment_of riches._Well,_not compared to what would come_later,_but for now: enough to build a_home, a farm, a_training_room, cooking facilities. Enough_to get going, to stake_a claim. A shortcut, of sorts.

Feature_or bug?_Either, both._Whatever the cause, it felt so very Kenshi, this sudden shift,_a story all my own, choices_all my own. Nothing_becoming everything.

I_carried_the packbeast’s corpse_into_town, slowly,_arduously. I moved its supplies into storage_crates or_sold them at the bar, until_the beast’s packs were_empty._When I finally lowered its great_carcass to the ground, it launched_itself at weightless speed a_few_hundred_feet into the air, then_drifted halfway across the desert, finally_setting down again_God knows where.

Feature or bug? Well, some_questions_answer themselves. Even this, somehow, felt_so_very Kenshi. None of that could_have_happened._I might still be grimly_mining the same rock to this_day, or I could (as I did much later)_stumble across the_aftermath of an enormous battle,_and_make_my first fortune from looting strangers’ corpses. Or who knows_what else?

A_game of everything,_a game of nothing. Eternal, unknowable, remarkable, infuriating, Kenshi defies_easy