From the Trophy Trifolds jam roundups:
...Acres of farmland and pay in gold to enter the deep grasslands and kill the herds and flocks that act with collective intellect to destroy the farmers' livelihoods and lives.
Three things I liked:
- "If it doesn't grow from the ground here, you cannot eat it"
- "The hills here literally roll, undulating under your feet."
- "How does this place make you realize that you are but a blip to mother nature?"