one night just after the GC removed the boulder my sister-in-law & i came up with this story:

on top of the hill above the waterfall is where the poeple who set up the village use to live.some of the young people in the village wanted a new way of life.they didn't like the rules in the village where they lived.they had seen the little valley below many times before & thought"i wonder what it is like down there?"
one day they got fed up with all the rules & set off to try to make it on their own.over the waterfall they went.they set up a base camp,but before they could get too far one by one they died a mysterious death leaving behind a few huts, a field for crops,a temple,the starting of a grave yard & a beautiful garden.all these things soon becme in such a state of disrepair it was of little use. the fields grew over & would need to be reworked if anyone was to ever yeld anything again.the beautiful rock the gods had put there for them to carve was never finished so this angered the gods & they destroyed the temple.
the elders knew of a short cut to the lower village & would go there often to watch how the young were doing.1 by 1 the young people died a mysterious death.the elders cryed for all those lost.
then one stormy night when the elders thought all was lost a small group of people crashed on ISOLAS shores.the elders quietly watched as this new band of people struggled to survive in this new land.

that is where you decide what fate has in store for your little village,guide them well