a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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Chaos erupted the second that I spawned into my new family. The setting was slightly abnormal. There was my mother, my two childbearing elder sisters, and at minimum *nine* other babies alongside me.
Have you ever heard the cries of ten babies in the same area?
With the spamming of 'F' across my screen, I saw one of my sisters, Una, running around frantically before picking up a bow equipped with an arrow. My mother had exited stage left and swiftly reappeared when the arrow was shot. My sister, Una, who had saved me from the brink of death just seconds prior had just fatally wounded our mother. I was in genuine shock. Why are there ten babies in the desert with three (dare I say) demented women?
At this point, I was questioning if I should just commit suicide. It seemed like my fate was already sealed judging by the aforementioned event. Euthanasia via rattlesnake? Grizzly Bear? Wolf?
As those thoughts ran through my mind, my murderous sister was apologizing to our mother claiming that she thought she was 'the griefer'. My mother's despair can be seen in her last words, "I'm sad". She became nothing but a pile of bones a few seconds after those words and Una, covered in guilt, requested death from Hannah, our oldest sister. Hannah did as told leaving us nine (and some) confused, F spamming children to fend for ourselves.
Hannah clearly couldn't handle all of us children and decided she would starve to death against the dying wish of Una. A few were fortunate to grow in time to have the ability to feed themselves, but not enough time to repel starvation.
I was the last of nine children to be birthed by my mother, and sadly none of us survived. I lived no more than two minutes, but what occurred in such a short lifespan was truly baffling.
Staring at my death screen (**finally** away from the weeping kids) I was left to wonder... where was this ghost of a griefer anyway?
*Edit*
I checked the lineage again and was able to identify the griefer who was clearly proud of what occurred.
In the end, my brother suggested we have a "war". My brother shoots me my cousin and I stabbed my brother, He told me it wasn't fair. I felt a bit bad but hey, War isn't fair.
You were my dishonourable brother?! Killing a man when he's incapable of defending himself... tsk. I'm surprised I even stumbled across this.
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