a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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Ohol but M? Omol? One minute one life? pls no
learn to fight and dont be a pussy
you already bitch about something that was nerfed twice
also there isnt only you in the world, imagine reverse situation
the griefer just kills you even easier if you cannot handle with the ultra nerf slowdown
Why the aggressive tone? And how exactly does murder slowdown help you deal with someone who's griefing by eating all the food or stealing important tools?
Just as murder isn't really that big of a deal with the current countermeasures, there could be some simple countermeasures for food griefers. Overeating x amount of food (not being fed, to avoid exploitation) in a minute could cause you to become fat. The effects could range anywhere from reduced movespeed to forced periodical stops so the character can take a breath. This would not just be a fitting solution, but also hilarious to watch.
The only true god is the stew god. I pray that you degenerate heathens see the light before your inevitable demise.
In the name of the squash, and the bean, and the holy corn, amen.
As a staunch royalist, I hereby vow to suppress this rebellion whenever I see it arise. The lower classes must be kept in check so they don't get uppity.
The way I see it, if people are barely talking and focussing on their work, there's usually something urgent that needs doing right now. Quickly restarting a collapsed composting cycle just takes precedence over everything. In a decently well-running village, there should still be plenty of downtime where people have enough time to teach someone the more complex crafting recipes.
Were you also that kid dancing around the kitchen shovelling pies into your face? I can't tell you how good it felt putting an end to that nonsense.
The TARR family is no more i stabbed them all to bits
I just lived as the daughter to a new Eve Tarr and immediately had to fend of a murderer and a cursed child (same person maybe?). It seems that the path of the Tarr back to glory must be littered with blood.
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