Life is either a risky adventure or nothing. You're not sure, but at least you've got it. You will be rich with life experiences, but have had problems trading goods and services. It is time to seek your fortune, or anyone from reality, to whom you are closest. To the west it has a land of milk and honey, full giant bees and monstrous cows. To the east, a land of eggs and black, white and gray. to the North, treacherous swamps; to the south, loyal jungles. But of all of them have been painstakingly pillaged. You've heard of Legends though of a fifth Direction, as still unspoiled, with their treasures comfortably gathered in troves. You have your sword and your Trail Mix, passed down from his father, and his father before him. You've hired some new employees and hired some hirelings; you've shined your armor and aged a damsel. You place a sign saying "gone adventure." Then you place another sign, saying "from dog, in case people get any ideas. You are ready. You chair up your faithful steed, and head florst.