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+1 for any and every clutter eliminating solution. These are game breakers in my book.

Jason, please.

Special roses > crown. Something everyone actually gets to enjoy. I wish they could be more then grave markers.

Make clay pots a thing for seed storage, and allow them to serve as vases for roses.

Firewood and stumps are for fires. Log are for boards. Sure logs burn in the fire, but they are a limited resource so burning them for fuel is a poor choice. Best bet is to grab a cart and load it with firewood. Stumps can also be dug up and chopped into kindling. Unlike branches, they have no other usage, so don't be afraid to burn stumps!

How about you try teaching the uninformed before threatening death first? Clearly there was a gap in his knowledge. People like you are ruining this game. Killing your problems because its easier then teaching them. Shame on you.

Edit: Triple post?  Just edit your posts!

My beloved! They all survived for another 20 generations. Our efforts weren't for naught. In fact we probably saved the new few generations. I only wish I could have done more for you sooner.

Were you a little girl named lisa?

What happened very recently was, we had no compost in our old dying town. Everyone was eating berries, and we had few carrots around so getting the food to feed sheep (and regrow that food as well!) was getting very difficult.

-A sheep that has been sheared will regrow its wool when fed. Once it has wool it will make lamb babies, but they will die if not fed.

-A lamb that is fed will grow up big, pooping, which is needed for compost, which is needed for all crops. It also produces shearable wool when it grows to adult size. Therefore it is far more efficient to only feed lambs. Period.

-When you shear the only adult sheep while we are in a food crisis,  you are delaying how long it takes to get poop, therefore compost, therefore food crops, while also wasting more food to get that poop! You're slapping that society in the face*. My wife earlier was very tired and stabbed a little girl who did that on us. She wasn't the first one who did it either in our lifetimes. We were working really hard to get the sheep population and compost farm back up.

Just because you can do something does NOT mean you should! Watch closely first! Ask for tips or help. You might get ignored, but you wont be despised for jumping in and messing something up! There's often so much to do its hard for more experienced players to stop and explain every single step. That does not mean we don't try to! but when its food crisis famine time, I want to work, not talk! We talk when we have carts full of pies. Talking is a luxury in this game of pain in the ass communication. Just like carts of pies.

*If you have lots of poop but no compost, maybe you should be using those carrots and berries for compost instead. That could get some people upset. The more you play the more you will see how much resources are needed where, for things to go smoothly.

False.

True.

Temp run. Stand on tile with temperature perfectly in middle. Like a campfire in a green biome, or a tile on edge of desert. TEmp does not update until your character rests on a new tile, at which point the updated info on temperature and calorie consumption will then be applied after. So what do you do? Never stop moving, your temp (and with it, calorie consumption) will not update. You can travel relatively far without needing to stop and eat. It's often better to keep running then to stop and eat. Sure you might get 6 hunger from that berry you stopped to eat, but now your hunger bars only last a few seconds now since you lost your warm temp, as opposed to the twenty seconds they lasted prior while warm. You will lose most of that hunger you gained by stopping to eat a berry by the time you would've lost ONE point of hunger if you had not stopped moving.

So how do we use this? As a baby? Explore home! Good moms are often busy and can't give every child a full tour. You can walk around camp for 30-50 seconds safely as a newborn fed baby with perfect temp. And that goes up rapidly with each bar of hunger. Not only will moms not be overfeeding you by picking you up every ten seconds  at the fire(Often with multiple moms repeatedly picking up other kids, including the ones the other moms just fed) you'll also be getting a huge leg up on productivity for your lifetime. By the time you hit working age you can know where most important location are in a settlement.

How many times have you just been raised at a campfire, with no tour, only to be told to farm and get dropped off there by mom, with no idea where water, compost, or any of the supplies to make compost are. I can't understate how much doing this saves food and increases your own productivity, and often with that, a town's food supply, down the road!!

And use it always when doing chores. Running for reeds, iron, wood? Leave from a campfire or desert edge tile, you'll go through dramatically less food on the trip. Use it to survive famine waves. Use it to flee from murderers and start your family anew.

You know how murder deaths make up like 3% of deaths? Murderers who kill an entire lineage are even rarer. It so easy to escape a murderer. As soon as you see a weapon come out in a crowded place in town, just run. Its not hard to forage for a few years, or live in a branch camp from a larger settlement.

You know what's far worse? Putting wheat or squash in every tilled row. Murdering every sheep. Destroying sheep pens. Picking all the berries to burn through a towns dirt and water. Let beans and carrots all seed. Hell if it a big town you can cripple pie production by stealing one of precious few branches left for wheat threshing. Hide the waterskins. Bury every bone you see. Fill an entire town with milkweed or corn seeds. Run carts full of baskets to hidden places. It's really not hard to ruin a society (which I hate, even the innocent mess up a ton of stuff through ignorance!)

Killing someone is the least form of grieving. Even if you snuff out a lineage, "salting the earth", squandering resources leftover, and making it uninhabitable for anyone who comes after is a far deadlier form of griefing. Why aim for a couple females when you can cripple an entire civ and anyone and everyone who comes to it after, family or not?

EDIT: I'm begging to think this society "simulator" is failing its simulation.

Oooooo people asking for clothes in a desert home when there is no milkweed farm is THE WORST.

Wait no, actually making wearing those clothes, especially from material you gathered, in the desert home, while there is no milkweed farm, while tools are needed, and then going on to eat all the food of your labors because they ****ed up their temperature...is the worst, you're right.

EDIT: For typos and to make the situation worse.

I was born to an Eve earlier who clearly wasn't very experienced. Her ignorance and entitlement expressed ingame were incredibly frustrating to deal with. She was raising every kid, and a farm was barely even set up at my birth as a middle child. Ten kids she had. Two suicided. Only myself - a female, and two brothers made it past childhood, the other half of her kids died, but not before growing to childhood and eating a lot of the food first. She also wasn't good with temp, and kept picking up kids wayyy too fast,  wasting a lot of her own food.

As soon as I could, I ran far and foraged away from home to wait out the starvation. It worked. I returned as a tween to see her still pumping out and feeding  the last of her starving kids, for a brief time before the last one grows, wanders off, and dies looking for food. I quickly went to help with the farm, learned how beans work from bro, prepared food and went to gathering wood for metal tools and pottery. Mind you now at this point I've already asked Mom several times to gather iron and wood, and she has flat out refused, saying she is old and her work days are behind her. She is not that old, she just hit meno, and she's just standing around. I was working on pottery when my first kid popped out, a boy. I would keep him on a warm desert tile while I worked. I had just fired up the kiln and got a couple bowls done when Momma Eve comes over to ruin everything.

"Omg a grandson!!!!!"
"Name him!"
"Feed him!"
"FEED HIM RIGHT NOW!!!!"

At this point she's standing in the way of the kiln, on top/in front of wet pottery I'm trying to get to. I knew the kid had a minute before he needed feeding. Brother comes over and asks me to wait so he can gather more clay first. We already have enough to efficiently cook at once. Mom won't shutup.

"OMG!!! FEED HIM!!!!!!!!!" She feeds him one of our few grown carrots she did nothing to grow. He was not saying F.
"Name him!" I was going to, but my work is being interrupted.

She's not moving off the pottery. I name him the first quick thing I can think of "You are bee". Turns out it became "Becky". Now she starts ranting about what a terrible mother I am, to name a boy Becky, and how I should've named him after big brother.
Another kid pops out. She still wont move, help, or shut up. I still cant cook the pottery. I'm getting anxious now, I freak out. I feed the first kid, I put him down on a perfect temp tile, I pick up the new one and run away fast, kiln still fired up. I loop around a tangential biome and vent my frustration to the kid before running back to see Momma Eve still going on a tirade.

"OMG My poor grandson! Would've died if it weren't for me..."
No, he was fine. You're only dooming him, by feeding food I could eat to breastfeed him later efficiently if you would just shut up and stay out of the way. Clearly asking you to contribute anything is too much. I don't want to hear her ramblings go on, and she has already wasted too much time and resources. Starvation is imminent yet again. I run away with the second son, after feeding the first son a final time, he can move now.

I go back to where I foraged as a child and start to explain to the second son what's up, as a daughter pops out. At this point my mom has doomed me to repeat her own tragic history. Straddling bushes and burdocks in the wild with a pile of children. She prevented me from working at home, and while I try to keep all the children I can, I'm not an idiot who can't see food income and longevity accordingly. Doom was imminent. I was so frustrated at this point I no longer cared. I had second son follow me back after a couple minutes with food in hand while I carried daughter, hoping Mom was dead.

She was not quite yet. Brother was still working hard, bless him. Thank you for teaching me beans, bro. Praise the heavens I hit menopause after having another daughter, and resumed my pottery and forge work as I had before. I had only gotten a hammer made and the last of a couple irons out of the near biome, when the inevitable starvation hit me too, too far from food, too busy with work, with not enough food scattered around - Not enough food in general. I didn't see her get old in those final years. I outlasted her and can only hope she starved miserably. I'm happy yet very surprised the family even made it to 6 generations before starving out. Must've been someone resourceful in there who escaped the craziness like I did as a kid, only without an insane idiot harpy of a mother.

I love people in this game and I love fostering relationships, be it social gameplay or roleplay. I hate being exclusive. But this individual was incredibly rude, entitled, lazy, and moody. I should've suicided as a baby once I saw what kind of mother she was - you would think a momma Eve would want to do everything she can for her daughter, for the future, not directly antagonize her, - the only daughter who was smart enough to escape her vacuum of a gaping maw, sucking up all the food in a 3 biome diameter. We made it 6 generations, Momma Eve, despite your efforts to stop us completely from doing so.

Oooo Tell me everything you know about Baby Butts! I just threw an edit on my last post, but I think I actually founded this town as a different family, the Wolosyzks. Baby Butt's name shows up in that tree, and I was the mother of all Wolosyzks. Not the Eve, but the only living female of Gen 2 -Bobby Wolosyzk. If we go way down the tree Baby Butt appears.
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=279039

If we go way up the Butt tree (lol) we see Soccorro Wolosyzk, looks like he ended Baby Butt's killing spree, who killed several Wolosyzk and Butt alike.

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=279039

I uhh...didn't have any kids ^^;; It was a relief honestly, since there were plenty of 'em around at times. I could baby sit at points when needed, and could give neglected children of others tours and directions better without having a million popping out of me to neglect at the same time. I had more motherly experiences with cousins twice removed then I normally do with my own children/parents Much like you did with Delphi, Christine It's funny - Delphia's last words as a 58 year old are "Were you successful?"