First Venture! Damnit!

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Alright, guys! This is my first post and I'm awfully excited to share things with you. I might speak gibberish all the time but it's worth if the gibberish keeps you entertained.
 Day      1      2       3 
 Happiness      ?     ?      ?

Let's fill up this meter as soon as we can. Now, who's on my side?

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