Welcome to Unfurlington. A retirees wet dream. There's a church, a bunch of sheep, lots of firewood. And only one person under the age of 40. That's why I built a cemetary.
I had a pretty good run there. Everything was running sweet. I was making the highest quality clothes and tools and then everybody decided that fucking wasn't worthwhile anymore. Maybe I shouldn't have built the church so close to the herbalist.
Turns out that young couples need their own house to start a new family. Or something. So I panicked and built a bunch of them. Only to find out that the age of my little fake men and women matters. The last fertile woman in town couldn't pick up the slack. I gave up when I dropped down from 25 old people to 4 and the 2 newborns, and everything just fell apart.. No one left to take care of the sheep, chop firewood, hunt or make new clothes. Just one family of six. Sitting in a cold, dark room. Naked, freezing, starving.