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It was no surprise that Hank and I quickly became good friends. He was a young man with dark hair and intelligent eyes. All of his mannerisms were swift and precise and seemed geared towards one purpose: earning a profit. Like myself, he had left a job in Meep city, seeking to start a new life and a new venture on the frontier servers. Unlike me, he had been working as an extremely successful businessman before he arrived in Woodland. I found this fact of particular interest because it highlighted just how much of a risk he took by coming to Woodland and how committed he was to the success of our future lumber yard.
Our one-hundred-acre plot was located about a mile west of town. We had both been anxious to see the land ourselves and had hiked out together that afternoon. It was a glorious location. The land was relatively flat and covered with scores of luscious trees with thick trunks, perfect for our lumber yard! There was also a small river that flowed nearby which provided us access to clean water and perhaps even a means of exportation in the future if our business got big enough!
Together, Hank and I had promptly set about working on our future empire. Trees were cut and stacked, the ground was leveled and graded, and we set about designing plans for how our lumber yard would look. Starting out things progressed pretty slowly. Neither of us had anything other than axes for cutting down the trees, and even though we were both strong and up to the task, the work was pretty slow going. But after a week we had enough for our first delivery of lumber and the Robux we earned from it we promptly invested in better equipment. We continued to repeat this process multiple times after each harvest of lumber. Each time we were able to obtain better tools, thus making our hauls of lumber larger and larger. It really was an excellent system.
After several weeks of hard labor, we had cleared out a sizable tract of land. During our free time, Hank and I worked on developing a blueprint for our lumber yard. As the money came in we began to assemble the structures one by one until the makings of a legitimate lumber business could be seen on our land. We were doing very well. Despite being the newest lumberjacks on the Woodland server, we had already far surpassed our competition in the size of our business and how much lumber we produced.
“It's a beautiful sight, Randy,” Hank said to me one evening after work. We were looking out over our lumber yard and at the rolling hills beyond.
“I agree. We've come a long way in a short time.”
“And there's still more to do,” Hank continued. “There are hundreds of acres still untapped! We need to consider buying more land before the price goes up.”
“I agree,” I said. “Plus, we need to start a reforestation project to replenish the lands we've already logged.”
“That's a great idea!” he clapped me on the back. “I must say, the future is looking pretty bright. I can't wait for tomorrow!”