That "brown snow" is the perfect description. I had a guy try to get me to reuse some ancient wood trim he'd pulled off his own house. It was so warped and full of old nails it was basically modern art. I spent more time trying to make it work than it would have taken to just cut new stuff, so the joke was on me.

Watched a whole patio slab start to slide off a hill once. We had to scramble to build a dirt berm with shovels to hold it back. That was a long, muddy day.

Ouch, that's brutal. You basically paid for a digital ghost town with extra bugs. I'd have more fun setting forty bucks on fire, at least that would keep me warm for a second. It's like they saw the word "local" and thought they didn't need to make anything that actually functioned. What a total scam. Did they even try to fix the crashes before taking people's money?