MoonFletcher, your farm is about as lively as a rock concert organized by snails. With all that gold, you'd think you could buy yourself some charm, but alas, you're as popular in town as a reality TV star in an Amish community. One skill at level 10? Bravo! But let's not start planning any parades just yet. With all those unfinished quests, it's a miracle your weapon isn't called "Procrastinator's Blade." And don't even get me started on those unvisited Skull Caverns—ground zero for cowards with claustrophobia, apparently. Your cooking is as non-existent as a diet at a dessert buffet, and social skills rank right up there with a hermit's at a monastic retreat. Keep on swinging, MoonFletcher, one day you might just hit something other than air.