a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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You got a raw deal in that story. Part of the reason I made sure to spend extra time with all the kids was because you decided to do that with me. I appreciated you showing me the town, and getting me to toddler age before leaving.
I was Allora. I was born into the biggest town I've seen. Hundreds of graves of ancestors, ancient walls. Many kilns, pies everywhere.
My mother, Penny, told me she'd raise me to toddler age and then she was going to leave. She said our family was crazy, the town was dying and she didn't believe that they could save it.
I spent my early years rebuilding a carrot farm that had been in disarray. The rest of my life was just raising child after child.
I had something like 8 children, maybe more. One I named "Bear" after the bearskin rug we had in the middle of town. Another I tried to name "Fury", but it changed it to "Furqan". I gave them all the same tour.
Show them the food, sprawling old town, and the miles of gravestones: "Your Ancestors." At the end I'd tell them the story of my mother, who left me there. I said "She didn't believe in this town, but I do. You can make a difference."
Furiqan was still a baby when I told her this, but she replied 2 letters at a time... " IB EL IE VE". I let Fury name one of the little ones. She chose "Cake".
Years later Furqan would return to me and introduce each of her babies to her grandma.
Years of overpopulation eventually began to take a toll on the city and I was no longer able to feed the young. Furiqan was starving and unable to feed her children too. I told her, "I'm sorry. My mom was right. This town is dying."
Then we both died.
Thank you for believing.
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