I discovered something last night, something that’s making me kick myself for any and every instance of trying to get Master to move.
You see, I normally hate mainland. It’s a noobridden, griefer infested, often laggy, ad-saturated mess most of the time. We have had two neighbors now that have given us trouble, and I always wanted out.
Until, that is, I discovered we’re on the shoreline to a good 30 open-sea “protected land” sims.
I own a sailboat.
