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I wrote warning on that sign. I was part of the Queen lineage. There were a lot of murders and bear deaths when I was there, so it's kind of just a general "be vigilant" warning. That and I didn't have letters to spell anything more meaningful.

I'll repost from the other thread, so the whole family story is in one place:

I was King Rarity. Your mother and I were fated lovers and our story started generations before you.

We were Todd and Celine, who met while working the carrot field in that very town. Todd was a
peasant then, but Celine still loved him and married him. Todd ventured out to gather stones, for the
town had plenty of ponds, and he thought creating cisterns would ensure that the people would have
water for centuries to come. When he returned, his Celine was nowhere to be seen. He lived out
his life improving the city's water system, always hoping he would catch one last glimpse of her.

Generations later, Todd was reborn as Rarity. It was beautiful to see his cisterns being utilized, the
one next to the pie station, another next to the berries, and three more near the carrot farm. Rarity
donned the crown as a young man, and immediately caught the eye of Duchess. On that same carrot
plot all those generations ago, Duchess asked to marry the King.

"My Celine asked to marry me, exactly where you stood."

"I am Celine. LOL."

Rarity looked into her eyes and knew it to be true. They were soulmates, destined to meet again and
again, in this life and all the next. But this life would be a good one, Duchess would not meet the same
fate as Celine, the King made sure of it. He knew his life's work was complete when he first laid eyes
on Jewel. She was the future that Todd and Celine never got.

Duchess and Rarity were second cousins, they had different grandmothers. We all came from Eve Lola, but somewhere along the line we lost our last name.

Rarity: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … &id=103398

I was born to a weird Eve who didn't have any type of camp set up. She waited for me to age up, then when I brought rope to her, she made a lasso with it. I stopped trying to make a camp, and just hung out with her eating berries with our lasso. We would move up a few screens every time berries ran out. Eventually we moved up far enough that we found a desert and we caught a horse. We took turns holding the horse while eating berries.

I think it's an absolutely crucial next step in developing some sort of culture. Each civilization needs its own sets of traditions. For some it's a monarchy passed down through the matriarchal line, but certainly this type of death match should be developed and encouraged as one type of tradition.

It helps break down the monotony, and gives people a way to blow off some steam, but it also helps develop a kind of history that's passed down through the lineage. For example, you can tell your children all about your great uncle Willie, who took on five other warriors and never lost, and then pass on to them the very knife he used in those fights. This type of activity create a bigger idea of what your village is and how you identify yourself in that life. Your great uncle was a proud warrior, and you strive to honor him when you become of age. In turn, your triumphs are sung by the children that watched you compete, and a tribe of fighters are born.

Now expand that to the future, when villages are more developed and there's interaction between large towns. Your town has its own unique culture, and prides itself on its prowess in battle. No man or woman fears death in your village, because death is glory. And so you raid the next town, because they're little wienies who don't know how to fight. Boom, a war. Not because you want to steal their carrots, but because this is the culture your town has developed.

Having unique traditions (beyond just death matches) encourages people to bond more closely with their town and their family, and it makes each life its own story. Encourage traditions, teach it to your children.

Yes, the Spartan blood runs in you.

For future duels, I'm going implement the following, given I'm in a big enough town:

1. Basket of food outside the ring, so fighters can eat right before, and spectators don't have to run off to eat.
2. Crown for the champion.
3. Bigger ring for 2 v 2, possibly.
4. Eventually a match with a bear in the ring.

Yeah, it just happened a few times in the past hour.

Nope, he killed a few more people after you. I killed the nameless guy up north with an arrow, came back down to let everyone know, and immediately got stabbed by some woman.

I was Eve Butt. I miraculously appeared above the pie making station. I think my lineage may have died out though, from the looks of it.

I just lived another 60 years as Jupiter Sol. All of our girls died really early on, and it was just my brother and me for a very long time. Mars started on the flooring and stone walls, and I continued making more tools (thanks for the head start, mom!) and made a cart and a well. We worked on our own projects, silently for the most part, passing each other every now and then. Then, one day I just found Mars dead by the wall, the backpack I made him on the floor. I didn't get to say my goodbye, but you did a great job bro. I'm glad we got to live out our old age together.

Jokes on her, the backpack is gonna be useless soon anyway.

On a related note, sometimes I'll just be walking through town and my backpack turns to shit and suddenly pies everywhere. And then I'm just on the floor trying to pick up all the pies and I don't know what to do with them. Kinda like this:

When you're born to a mother in OHOL, they are taking care of you because they are assuming you will contribute to the town in some way. People farm and feed you because they're under the same assumption. There's this kind of unspoken social contract that you're entering into. This is why I don't understand why people brag about destroying villages and killing people. Yeah, great, you've subverted people's expectations of you, but it's not some insane feat.

It's like if I walk into a Starbucks, and a guy just takes a massive steaming shit in the middle of the floor, looks me straight in the eyes, and asks me to acknowledge his accomplishment. Yes, I see you there, squatting next the the counter with your wiener dangling and some backsplash on your clothes because you're probably not getting enough fiber in your diet. But, am I impressed? Scared? I don't know. I mean, we're all here for some coffee and you're just ruining it by "living your life" and wafting your fecal stink all over the place. It's not something any of us are really expecting, and no one is really sure why you're so proud of yourself, but...okay?