Unlike those of us born in the late 900s, this generation born circa the year 1000 refuses to choose from among their number an individual to be thrown into a pit, covered in pine, and left as a sacrifice to the harvest gods.
“My cousin died in a pit when I was a youth,” says Bedg, “and we had the sweetest yams the next year.”
“Times change,” says Wim. “We were born in a year with 4 digits. I don’t see how getting tossed in a pit affects the yield at all.”
Several nights of storms indicate the gods’ displeasure, but we’ll update as more news is available.