One Hour One Life Forums

It was nice to meet you little mouse!
I called myself Jones to obey the tutorial.
I died few seconds after you, so old that I forgot to eat, as someone does.
It was strange to see the same tutorial structures north and south, and then wilderness. I didn't have time to check the sign out of the northern structure. (Was it identical? or only go south?)
See you later around a berry bush!

Yes please M. Rohrer !
Please fix this bow drill !

The Flint Tipper Maniac ruined my life more than once, and many people died because of this despicable griefer : no fire no food, no fire no tools, and running into the wild to craft a new fire bow can be deadly (well, I stepped on a snake, who doesn't?)

Art !
Every village, every tribe could gather around a totem of some sort.
Maybe ice sculpture in toundra, ceramic in swamps, wood in grasslands, stone in badlands, rabbit bones totem in prairies, carved dead trees in desert...
We need food for the soul, expression of our identity ! So totems and tree carving should be a thing, leaving free space for personalisation (like we have the different types of crowns). The stone totem in badlands could either become wolf statue, or bear, or ironman, etc.

Another very satisfying thing is landart. I already enjoy placing things in an aesthetic maner around rose bushes for instance. More ornamental plants and objects would be welcome.

I would like to know Jason's opinion about fathers in OHOL.
It is really interesting to see this topic reemerge again and again. Maybe male players feel something disturbing in the birthing and breastfeeding mechanics?
Personally I like the way things are in game with single mothers and immaculate conception.
I would greatly dislike to have mariage implemented in OHOL. (The one and only time I commited in role playing a mariage in game, I was murdered by a jalous rival of my husband, for me it was pointless and annoying.) Role playing and relationships are not the point of interest of this game. And it is already difficult enough to continue a family without adding a male and female condition.
But I agree that the interactions are really interesting, like being raised by a grandmother, or an uncle, or taking care of another player even if he is not your child, whatever, sometimes you can share nice things with other people. There is no reason to implement a way to show it or write it down. Anyway everything we do in this game is meant to be ephemeral.

About all seeds
Seeds everywhere is a pain. Almost invisible seeds worst.
You want realistict things, why not, I won't argue. But in real life, people would never spread out their seeds all over the ground.
We need more storage options. I saw someone propose clay pots for seeds, very good idea.
I imagine shelves : add a plank to an adobe wall (only east-west maybe). On a shelf we could place three items like seed pots, bowls, plates, baskets, tools.
I agree with the idea of stacking several seeds too.

About beans
The dry beans in a bowl are a problem for me. It seems that the bowl with one (or several) dry bean cannot be moved ? You should be able to walk with a partial bowl of something (like berries) to collect more and fill it from another plant (or when cleaning all the seeds on the floor of the base). One by one it's a painful waste of time. So left click to fill or pick the bowl and right click to empty, if possible ?
And the green bean should be greener to differenciate better from dry bean (both on plant and item in bowl). Real green beans are very green (and delicious, they should fill more hunger and be a valid food option).

About cabbage seeds
So small I just hate them (but the purple cabbage is wonderfull).

Mom !
I am very pleased to know that you saw my message. I was so sad to witness your death, then my little sister's, that I couldn't resolve to give up. I decided to spend my life planting berries and flowers to honor my dear mother. Thanks to the bowl you made and a nice pile of snow nearby.
I hope that a new Eve will find the berries and start a family in our spot. Even if nobody  ever sees it, I was happy to spend my life creating a beautiful garden for my brave single mother.
Love,
Louie

I found hilarious, recently, to be a baby born in a desert : my mother swiftly got me a full set of clothes and cooked me on a big fire. I didn't even last one year, and had no time to run away or tell anything...
Maybe it was a cannibal tribe ?

To Daisy Mary
My dearest aunt and wife,
I was born in a city in ruins and my mother died few seconds after naming me Nike. We were all babies and young children, except one young man who killed all the adults (poor lost soul).
I owe you my life, for you fed me carrots, smart little girl. You decided to marry me and you required seven children.
As soon as I could drive a handcart, I went away looking for wheat. We needed flour to feed our kids cakes, and straw for your handbags and for compost. I'm sorry it took me so long. I'm sorry your kids came to you only by the strenght of thoughts and not actual tenderness.
You died before me, with bitter words in your lovely mouth (Tell Nike I never loved him). I know, I forgive you. I missed you too. I ran all the time to come back to you.
Finally, too late, I came back with wheat to bake and seeds to plant. I began a compost factory between the sheep pen and the south wall. One young lady, I hope your daughter, was taking it over as I faded away.
I was not the husband you wanted, but I did my best to provide for our family. My life was a rush against time, but meaningfull, usefull, and full of you.
Thank you for this life.
Lovingly,
Nike