In the very first component of my journal I remained in the middle of trying to cook a cake from square one by Xmas in Farming Simulator 22, though with just 2 months left in the in-game year, I would certainly taken care of just to generate some eggs as well as strawberries while costs… allow me examine my notes… ah, yes. One million bucks.
I still require wheat to develop into flour, sugar beetroots to make sugar, as well as an entire lot of milk since I require to transform several of it right into butter while leaving the remainder of it as milk. While my potential customers of finishing a solitary cake appear dim, a minimum of there’s been a little progression in the cow division.
Milk as well as butter
A farmer’s job is never ever done, particularly when he hasn’t also started 80% of his job. As I’m running previous my cow pen worrying regarding every little thing, I see they’ve in fact created some milk. Normally, I can not utilize my water container to deliver milk, so it’s time to rent a various goddamn container as well as tow it to the ranch. With 649 litres of fresh milk, I head to the milk, which I purchase (for $70,000). I after that inform it to begin making butter as well as to send out that butter to the bakeshop, please as well as thanks.
Stressed Out as I am, it never ever quits sensation great to in fact generate something from my silly little insufficient freeway ranch. However although I have actually obtained milk for butter, I likewise require even more milk for simply ordinary milk, so I invest regarding $10,000 on even more cows (this time around I have them provided). I currently have eggs, butter, as well as strawberries being in my bakeshop, awaiting every little thing else.
At the same time, I obtain some disheartening information. After raking a 2nd little area beyond of the off ramp as well as renting out a various seeding equipment (every little thing appears to require its very own customized equipment) as well as loading it with beetroot seeds, I obtain a notice that I can not grow beetroots in October. They require to be grown previously in the year. Well, crap. Beetroots were my opportunity to sugar, a rather crucial active ingredient in cake. I truly intended to expand my very own, however after resting at my workdesk with my head in my hands for some time, I begin asking yourself if there’s a faster way I can take.
I examine the map for existing beetroot areas, and also as it ends up there’s one right alongside the baseball arena throughout the freeway. I understand I intended to make every little thing from square one, however I have actually obtained 2 months up until Xmas, as well as my cake presently contains strawberries drifting in raw eggs alongside a pile of butter as well as I am stressed out. I purchase the beetroot area for $146,000, I lease a gigantic beet-harvesting vehicle the dimension of a carrier for $24,000, as well as I drive to the beetroot area.
The whole area is perished. The beetroots are dead. What kinda shitty farmer allows his beetroots pass away so one more shitty farmer can not collect them? I drive my farmer throughout the area, however it collects no beetroots. Sheeit. I head back to my ranch as well as look madly at my wheat area, which hasn’t expanded in all. Sheeit.
It is currently December. My cows have actually created even more milk, which I drive glumly to the bakeshop. I marketed the silly dead beetroot area, recovering my loss, however I’m still to regarding $350,000, as well as my cake potential customers aren’t looking great. I have lots of milk as well as lots of strawberries in the bakeshop, I have a respectable quantity of butter as well as my poultries are making much more eggs, however I have absolutely no wheat to make flour or beetroots to make sugar as well as no time at all to expand them, anyhow.
However suppose I simply buy wheat? I acquired wheat grain to feed my poultries, so does that mean I can simply purchase a lots of poultry feed, drive it to the grain mill, as well as have them make flour from it? It’s deficient from square one like I desired, however I have actually gotta do something. I take my trailer to the shop, load it with a number of substantial bags of poultry feed, after that drive to the mill, which I purchase for $96,000. Certainly, it enables me to discard my grain right into it as well as begins generating flour.
Okay. Okay! My desire for expanding every little thing from square one remain in disarray, however possibly I can still obtain some cakes out the door by Xmas. I browse the shop for beetroots, however they do not offer them. They do, nevertheless, offer pallets of sugarcane stalks, which can be placed in a sugarcane seeding equipment as well as grown. I have no time at all as well as also much less ability to do that, however can I simply take the sugarcane stalks to a sugar mill rather?
I purchase regarding a thousand bucks well worth of sugarcane to load my trailer, and after that recognize I can not discover a sugar mill anywhere on the map. So, I construct one on my building for $80,000. This is just how hopeless I have actually ended up being, I’m simply constructing completely brand-new commercial structures 6 inches from the freeway ashore I had actually prepared to utilize for farming. I drive my sugarcane to my new sugarmill, discard all of it out front, as well as… yes, the plant starts generating sugar.
There is extremely, extremely little time left in December, however, for the very first time, my bakeshop has every active ingredient it requires: flour, sugar, milk, eggs, butter, as well as strawberries. As I stand outside the bakeshop, gazing intently at my display with begging eyes, I see the cake manufacturing adjustment from “Missing out on Components” to “Operating.” The sugar has actually shown up. They can cook the cakes.
I examine the bakeshop’s storage space. It claims Cake: 1.
I have baked a cake. I have baked a cake! I might have included some sound to the gif over! However I have baked a cake! I invested $1,327,348 as well as really did not in fact expand a solitary point on my silly ranch, however I have baked a solitary goddamn fruitcake.
The only point souring the state of mind is the bakeshop will not in fact launch my cake up until I have a whole pallet loaded with cakes, rather than simply one. And also I do not have almost adequate active ingredients for an entire mess of cakes.
So, I invest the remainder of December in a fever pitch to provide even more milk to the butter manufacturing facility, even more sugarcane to the mill, even more eggs to the bakeshop, as well as much more wheat to the various other mill. I leave an egg distribution to an AI employee however he essentially goes down the eggs in the process—I criticize myself for informing him to drive a forklift on the freeway—so I discharge his butt as well as take control of myself. After that I’m struck by a cars and truck, the eggs go flying, as well as my forklift tips over. I simply get the eggs as well as diminish the walkway to the bakeshop, dropping them a number of much more times. These are gonna be some scrumptious cakes.
It’s nightfall, the last hrs of December are ticking away, as well as I’m resting outside the bakeshop in my vehicle, headlamps aimed at the freight location.
And after that, amazingly, they show up. A correct pallet of strawberry cakes I can in fact see with my worn out farmer eyes.
I can not relocate them—my forklift is still pushing its side down the block—so I simply enter my trunk as well as beep the horn. I did it, as well as provided there’s 2 hrs left in the gameday of December, I’m gonna go on as well as claim I did it by Xmas. I have actually $70,884 left in my checking account, which indicates I invested $1,429,116, nearly my whole cost savings, to cook a pallet of cakes sorta kinda from square one. I did not, at any kind of factor, effectively execute any kind of real farming.
Simply for kicks, the following day I take my pallet of fruitcakes to a neighborhood dining establishment to offer them. They deserve $2,674. Merry Xmas.