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Nothing new under the sun, brother. People who play this may be lot younger at this game than you might expect.
We learn over time, adapt and understand the aspect of game at out own pace. 
Besides, if you can't even handle getting a couple threads, you're not worth the arrows. Preparing is one thing, but people taking away arrows out in the open ground just to make it harder for villagers to fight back is perhaps one of the main reasons why some villages fell even with promising setting.
Some of us have forgotten to be vigilant, but I wouldn't be really surprised if a griefer is packed with a horsecart to sustain their livelihood while destroying village with boar and bear spawns.
If horsecarts would become vinsible again for bear and boar attacks, it would perhaps help deal with griefers that make the game hard already. It would of course destroy only safe haven that players have, but for treating poison you need a poison for curse, sometimes it's not the best option but it would be only viable solution. It would make trading harder as well, but that is where hunters become really important when keeping trade roads safe from harm.

That's technically how it works in solo villages too. Once you hit the deep well level, it will immediately reset into pile of stones once you've died.

I can imagine the moment, that if money is presented in OHOL, it will be tossed to the outside of the town next to garlics.

I think wood clogs should get some love, looking at how much art clogs can contain. Although clogs are initially very small items, even minor changes can make those clogs very dashing looking and gorgeous.
Though most clogs colouring would decay from wear and impact, so I believe it would give plaster significant use. It would be awesome to see clogs being dipped in dye bowls and dipping on plaster water.
Been looking at clog designs by a whim, and this gorgeous pair of art came by and boy, does it look nice.

Who knows what future will eventually hold. I have faith in Jason, although I play the game in mixed ways sometimes.

When you achieve something in life.
I remember walking to the middle of ballroom to receive my final grades in front of audience, while hearing by surprise of having a fund from university of hefty sum (in teen perspective.). Parents didn't know how to sit after it, because in our families any support or regards for grades was not common. Months after I began to question this fund. I was not supposed to be in high school after all. I was supposed to sit in special school with no hopes of learning more, having low grade books and being belittled with this bittersweet word of "special", leaving out the "needs" to hide the wound.
I had great teachers, don't get me wrong. Some of them though didn't have interest in listening to my word, assuming I can't yet talk and understand what I said after all. Parents conflict with my future was making conversation with the staff even harder. I remember eating dinner with mom and stepfather's family and saying "I want to normal school!", and table going silent. I was about to be sent to normal school three times but was rejected in various situations, which lead my childhood to be rather monotone and depressing.

Years passed, I was routing myself in half empty hallways of normal school. I was still excited of the old teacher's rebellious attitude of letting me go to psychiatrist test after days of conversation with the headmaster in special school. Wandered in rather unfamiliar and scary corridors and tried to figure the system that was already known for many local students. I felt like a baby that has just learned to walk once again, but with cruel consciousness that baby's lack in that milestone. I made humane mistakes and was in wrong class couple of times, forgetting homework and getting friends with bullies unknowingly.

Years have gone by past the high school near the present, I'm awake outside in the cold autumn in Germany. I haven't taken a shower for a whole week and was about to run out of money. I had been left alone by two different people consecutively. I met strange Middle-Eastern folk with marihuana odour and friendly locals who gave me some fast food although I said I have eaten. I was carrying my heavy duffel bag and laptop case which I had brought as my most valuable asset and backup in case things went south, and it had... but I was yet unable to admit it. I was afraid to face the wrath of my family, albeit through social media. I knew I did this before and they caught me red handed in past before, yet I went for it again because of my foolhardy attitude.

The present, the end of my reckless life and a new start for something new. Having a warm home in city I was born, dating a humble, smart and blunt young man from neighbouring country, replanning my studies to suit with taking care of future children, and practicing violin, drawing with wacom and occasionally getting little tipsy in VRchat. 

Life changed me in a way, but it also taught me something.
Not only our trophies shape us, but our scars too.
Sometimes you need to be proud of both of them that you got through it despite all odds.

Also, off topic XD

This isn't technically first time someone doesn't agree with me.
I do understand that this thread itself doesn't do bad,
but I didn't consider that some people are overly sensitive over this game to the point that this thread turned into a salt festival.
I did say once that if this could be locked, since I don't want people to get upset,
although I see no reason to be upset for example 1 year old grief from God knows which family.
If possible, lock this thread, I never come back to this forum since seems my topics are that bad.

Yeah, Destincall, and snowmen hug cactuses there.
Even though there are cold deserts, we're not currently looking at the hot desert, the cold desert you could consider as tundra of sorts anyway.

Not exactly. Bigger picture in this is that some of us consider our gameplay being indicative for our "immature" behavior, which I would have two doubts about.
This escalated way ahead from the original topic "Your first grief?", now this topic has escalated into "Why you grief, you piece of...?"
I tried to form the questions neutrally, in case there was small regret, or pride. Just wanted to see behind the scenes.
But it got really personal for some, I didn't expect it to go this feisty. Though I do believe that some are very respectful despite all the toxic situations popping in everyday life, either
in OHOL or real life. You're perhaps one of the examples for this, Eve Troll.

It might be good to lock this thread since some want to disturb this thread with unnecessary pickle fighting, which they would spend punishing either side in game.

To be frank, if this sort of map exists, I wouldn't be surprised if someone plans on putting floors in a shape of a penis. That'll be bit of unexpected and humorous situation.
I think I wouldn't get bored over such an idea.

I wasn't expecting this to become a theory play in a day. Certainly people are very off put over griefing. Unfortunately (perhaps fortunately) griefing doesn't go away because we're upset over it. That's why there is a lot of people who fight back and some... who just rant over it here.
I used to be a lot like that, I hated the way of being griefed and having little to help myself through it, exception on sheep killers, since moufflons aren't that hard to find.
And by back I meant I came in forums to see the entirety of this shitstorm that has been the whole essence (and bit of a salt) of the forums, which a mixed amount of people savour, following through Twisted's vision of updates and seldomly popping in once in a while for some casual building and tech learning.

Now, personally my very first grief came over in one town that was right after the ice hole apocalypse was fixed. There was plenty of which I considered 'lazy' people.  I didn't mind it if they were female, but almost all of them were males just sitting by the fire, all fully clothed and chatting over nothing.
It lasted for over 20 minutes up until I thought I had enough. I smithed a pickax and destroyed smith and bakery ovens and somehow managed to hide the adobes behind the trees not too far away. They did eventually find the remaining adobes after being shocked out from fire, but it was a rude awakening for them to at least do something they should be "happy to have made", people theoretically always say they're happy they've done their part, yet I see them just sitting by as males near fire. Of course this was very long ago so it doesn't matter much nowadays, considering that adobes are not lost while breaking ovens.

Ally, and Foe.

It would be quite useful.