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The second I was born my mother was shot with an arrow leaving me an orphan. I sat and cried in the berry bushes hoping someone would find me. The town was quiet and empty... for a second there I thought I was the last one until I noticed Scott Shin, an older gentleman who appeared to be a baker.

Waddling over to him I wailed, “F!” Without hesitation he began to tend to me, feeding me berrys faster than I could chew. That was when I came to the realization that I was the last girl. The last ounce of hope this place had. Scott scooped me up in his arms, “You are Hope.” Little did I know those were going to be the last words he spoke to me.

When I was big enough to see over the top of the berry bushes I noticed a boy. He was maybe a few years older and looked like me. Faster than I could spit words out the words, he was gone. That’s when I heard the next blood curdling scream.

As fast as my legs could take me I ran back towards the sound. Only to find the boy, I had seen seconds ago eating, lying motionless on the ground. The same red liquid that had leaked out of my mother was leaking out of him.

I couldn’t stay. I wouldn’t live another few years if I did. Grabbing a bowl I quickly filled it up with berrys and headed as far and as fast as my little legs could go. Finding a nice green biome with lots of berry bushes it seemed like the perfect spot to stay. I spent most of my time hiding behind trees, only coming out when I needed to eat. Time goes by slow when all you’ve got to do is watch leaves grow.

Within a blink of an eye my first daughter was born. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The reminder I needed to keep going. In the cold and unknown she began to wail, “Shh” I begged her! Scooping her up in my arms and calming her down. I spoke quietly in hopes he wasn’t around, “We are hiding from a bad man... We need to be quiet.” Being a baby of course she was confused but she was a good girl and listened. I named her Poppy, Poppy Shin. As I began to feel more at ease with our surroundings I explained to her how we had a home but it wasn’t safe to go back.

Poppy was growing quickly and was a very smart little girl. Right before she hit adolescent age her younger sibling was born. The familiar wails pierced the silent forest, “Shh baby.. We have to stay quiet.” Another girl! The future was starting to look bright for us Shins. Looking into my little children’s eyes I swore to myself I would make sure every last one of them made it back safely. Her name was Lily.

Before I knew it my girls were children and I was raising a son named Finnley. The girl’s were smart and quickly started to get to work on a bow. We spoke of the town and how we would head back soon. My son seemed to be the most eager to go back. In the moment I thought it was a bit odd but I brushed it off to the side. Perhaps it was the curiousity getting the best of him...

With the bow and arrow partially made (arrow was missing the feather). We began to make our journey back. On our way I gave birth to another girl and named her, Nina. She ran as fast as her little legs would take her. She was a fighter and I always admired that about her.

Poppy and Lily began to have children of there own. My first granddaughter was Lila, she looked just like her mother when she was little! And right after her came out my daughter Mia was born. There were 6 of us at this point. My little family was growing and I swore to get them all back safely.

We stopped at a man made berry patch a few tiles down from the city. That’s where we found the feather for our arrow and stopped to eat. I recognized it from when I was a child and announced to everyone we were close and to be careful. Poppy held the bow, ready for anything, as Lily and I took care of the children. We arrived back to a ghost town.

It was evident the murderer was long gone. We all rejoiced as everyone began to spread out and explore their new home. The girls where having children. The future looked well for us.

Years later, That’s when it happened, the red liquid from my past was back. My daughter Mia was soaked in it... a knife wound. I ran to her asking who did it, the last word I heard my daughter say, “Finnley.” I was frozen in shock. It couldn’t be true. But she had no reason to lie. Terrified I began to look for the bow and arrow. I couldn’t let the past relive itself!

By the time I was back there was one girl left. My daughter Lily sat with her twin boys. I searched for my son, finally seeing him I took the shot and missed... loosing the arrow in the process. Panicking I searched for another one but couldn’t seem to find one. I didn’t have time to make a brand new one! That’s when I heard it...

The scream I knew all to well. Running back north I watched as my son ran away wounded. She had did it. She had saved us! Running to get her food I fed her and my granddaughter. I told her how proud I was of her and how she was is the only girl we have left.

I lived till the ripe age of 60. I was able to meet another grandson and granddaughter. I had wished to see all of my children grow old with there own families but unfortunately life works in mysterious ways.

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Can’t post lineage link unfortunately

Had a great time with everyone I played with. Wish the circumstances had been different!

I was born into a very large city, one I’ve been to many times before. My mother had given me the name Diana Sterling. She was a good mom, very tentative and kind. From a young age I watched her pull carrots from the garden, eager to be able to help her one day.

That’s when I met you, Baden Sterling.

We chatted, with what little we could say, from across the garden as our mothers worked. Those few seconds sparked a wonderful friendship. When we grew older we met again in the berry garden, you asked if I had a job. Finally having my own freedom I had ran away too fast before my mother could give me one. I simply told you no and asked if you did.

That’s when I remembered the house I was building a past life that was never completed. Excitedly I told you about it, quickly filling a bowl with berrys, in hopes you’d go with me to see it and if it was ever completed. You jumped on my invite and away we went.

The house was how I left it, collecting cobwebs with no purpose. That’s when we agreed to build it together. That it would be our house. Getting right to work you started to collect wood for the floors while I found rocks for the walls. Within no time we started to have children and the house was put on pause. Our children had become our priority. We proudly showed the children our home and told them they were more than welcome to stay with us. Or if they wanted to live in the big city they were more than welcome to do that also.

Many of my children ran off into the woods giving me time again to tend to the house. A few years went by, I’d see you in town teaching your son. I was excited for you to come back and see how much I had gotten done since you were away. It was actually starting to look like a home.

People were starting to take interest in our little house, asking what we needed and how they could help. It was such a nice gesture, people helping us make our dream come true. We talked about building a little garden with a fence next to the house. We thought corn would be the perfect fit.

Within no time we were old and gray. Wondering down to the kilns I found you with your son. We commented on how old we were getting and decided to enjoy our house one last time together, completed. It was beautiful, many of us gathered inside and celebrated its completion. The last step was a door.

I had run down to get a berry when I heard you calling my name. Running back up to the house I noticed the large wooden door you were holding and eagerly trying to put on our house. “Hurry!” You explaimed as I ran around search for stakes to complete it. It was too late...

By the time I got back, I watched you fall to the ground. My friend was gone, heartbroken I died at 59 minutes. Too sad to pick one last berry.

Such an amazing life and another reminder why I love this game so much. All the different lives one can have and how they play out in the end. All so unique! I had a great time playing with you Baden:)

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