I know this sounds like more anti-capitalist ranting, but this time you are wrong, my dear children! The pigs are real, and they despise me for being a vagrant in their city. I've been playing Don't Starve Hamlet all day and I'm feeling particularly ill-served by the local porcine authority. Stand there and watch me starve to death because I don't have any of your ridiculous pig-gold, will you? I'm fairly sure I could have this pig tried at the Hague.