TWU — Old family. New family. A new saga.

SIT DOWN, kids. No, not on the rug — that rug has seen things. This is the story of how two families became one, walked into a city that did not want them, got flattened by big brothers, found no diamonds at all, and stayed anyway. I was there for every chapter. Mostly napping. But there.

Old family

Every saga starts with a goodbye. One of our families had grown old together, and then, one season, it came apart. Nobody slammed a door. People just packed, one by one, and walked off over the hill.

One little dog stayed behind, glasses fogged up, his whole life tied to the end of a stick. He did not know it yet, but he was already walking toward something. Nope ... not a girlfriend. Calm down, Fabi!

New family

Less barking. More fighting.

Across the map, the other family had just done the opposite, ending a marriage that didn't last and was picking up the pieces ... when the little dog came down the road.

Silv and Fabi. A cat and a dog. You know how that usually goes. Except it didn't. They came to an understanding, and the families got to know one another, with new family members arriving from all over—from every city—knocking on the door one by one. And the team began to take shape.

Two warbands. One family.

The promised land

So we did what every family does in every saga. We tied our lives to a stick and went looking for the promised land.

City 680Cobblestones, a city hall, green fields — and very suspicious neighbors.

We found City 680. Grey cobblestones, a city hall in the middle, green fields all around, and a neighbor at every window, watching us as if we had come to steal the curtains.

Who ARE these people? And why does the bulldog have a sword?— a neighbor, City 680

We had not come to steal the curtains. Mostly.

TWU under siege

KRAAASH!

The big brothersThey came before we had even unpacked.

City 680 did not like our arrival. Not one bit. So the neighbors did what neighbors do in a crazy city: they called their big brothers to get rid of us. Powerful ones, the kind that don't knock — one with very bad hair and a wild zebra.

We spent days and days under siege, down under our shields, defending ourselves — and defending well. I spent those days next to Fabi, who would not stop talking.

I would love to tell you I fought them off single-handed. I was hiding behind the rug. The rug fought bravely. In the end the big brothers simply got tired: they could not destroy us, so they packed up and left. And we were still standing.

Not a single diamond

The robberyToo many mouths and not enough food.

Standing, yes. Rich, no. A new city means few rss tiles and even fewer diamonds, and we dug up every square in town looking for them. The void lost his light. But no diamonds, no matter the level. Too many mouths and not enough food.

We'll be okay ... somehow

HomeCity 680, at sunset.

And here is the part the big brothers never read: the ending is a campfire. City 680 is home now. The flag is up, the resources are thin, the diamonds are shy and the neighbors still stare. But the whole family is sitting around the same fire.

We're ok. Better than ok, actually. We're together. Wait, there is Fabi ... oh boy.— Bernie

Old family. New family. Forever family. Now get off my rug.