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Nika, Ria, Bia, Ron, Reagan… six babies! Of those six I reared five - three girls and two boys. Wow, did I ever pump them out!

Er… anyways, I suppose life isn’t measured by children. I don’t even like the things, and I have no idea if they survived. Only watched them become old enough to feed themselves and let them to their own devices. To the youngest went all my belongings, and before my death, my next belongings went to another’s child. Here’s how the life went:

That life was as long as the rest, though it felt longer, and far more exciting.

Once again born to a black family called Full, my mother was Chancee - and she had to chase me! Haha! As it turned out, that kind man who picked me up was actually a local baby snatcher! I thought I was just born to the wrong place and was being relocated! I thought the man so kind for helping move me somewhere, too. I had no idea I was being stolen!

With heavy breaths, my mother told me to jump, so I did. The man kept going, and mother picked me up, and I swear she stared at me with murder in her eyes. She told me sternly, “next time someone picks you up and runs, jump and run back to the nursery.” She told the others about the man who stole me. I have never seen a room so full of people curse the same man so much. His name? Luffy Full. Only after looking at the generations afterwards did I see that he was actually my uncle - something I learned after I died.

She didn’t stop there, either. She was a good mom. She slapped my hand for eating too many carrots, and taught me how to make the dirt I used in the previous life. She stuck with me until I dropped my first child, and even then, she was never far. I got such a good start in life, and laughs, too.

I went right into farm life, working as a kid right into adulthood. It would be easy to take a break from farm work, so it seemed like a good choice. It was a good idea I did that too, because I never saw the triplets coming. Yeah. My first batch that life was triplets. I was walking around a corner with another woman, getting a new basket, when it happened. At first, I assumed one was hers and one was mine, and stumped about the third… but when we got them all to the nursery, sure enough, I realized all three were mine. I named them, fed them, and dreaded the future.

I learned that, if I was too hungry, I could not breastfeed. Good to know. Luckily, the kitchen was attached to the nursery, so I was able to eat well and keep the kids fed. Eventually they sort of scurried off as they got bigger, so I never got to see them grow. The fourth child was the same way, but the fifth stuck around for a bit. When he was born, I held him close. I stripped my own clothes off and put them on him, and when he got old enough to help out, I gave him my backpack. I showed him to the farm, and he thanked me many times. What a good kid. He listened to his tired mother, and helped with the farm. That was Reagan, and I’m sure he helped others afterwards, as that was the kind of boy he was.

Eventually I acquired more clothes and a new backpack - off of a dead body I found. I moved any bodies I found to the graveyard, but with no shovel, I could not bury them. I left the burying to another. I noticed some were infants - grandchildren of mine, but I tried not to dwell. I hard focused farm and social life this time, and I’m glad I did.

Plus, I made so much dirt! The previous maker used to haul wheat and make the dirt, but because I took over the dirt processing, she just grabbed a cart and brought over tons of wheat. Each time, I would shave cabbage into kraut, mix it with the hay, then water it, barely getting them done before the next shipment. We were so efficient, and my life helped so many others. I was always moving. Always working.

Finally, old age came for me, and my body began to weaken. I knew it was time, and stood in the graveyard for a moment before realizing something. I could be more help if I gave my stuff to a new child, just like I did with Reagan. I went to the nursery, where a new mom placed her child down, and stripped myself. I placed every item, even my backpack-basket, on the child. Then, I told the child, “you be good to your mom now”. I overestimated myself. Not a second past by after my last words left my lips, and I was a body on the floor. I hope I didn’t scare them.

That was when I found out that I can go back and see lineages. My poor daughter Ria… she lost three children to sudden infant death. That explains the grandchildren I left in the graveyard. I wish her better luck next time.

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Chapter 0: Me, My Soul

I’m not sure if I’m being toyed with, and I’ll be honest, I wasn’t thinking much at the time.

For whatever reason, I found myself in a body. It had tits. Far different from what I’m used to. Not only that, but a voice in my head directed me as I moved along a path. It taught me how to eat, harvest, use sharp rocks, and make tools like a basket.

When I was cold, it taught me about fire. Then, it made me walk through freezing snow and hot land. What a dingus...

It tells me I will have this thing called a life. Maybe many of them. My hopes weren't high - what can one really accomplish in sixty years? Each year is so short… On top of that, each life might be different. I have no idea what to expect. I hate the sounds… everything looks terrible and the controls are horrible… yet… it is an interesting concept. Maybe I’ll try one.

First, the voice said I must expire this body in order to continue. A pit of rattlesnakes has been supplied for “convenience”, apparently. Here goes.

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Oh… another tutorial? Fuck off, I’m lighting the fire and jumping into the snake pit.

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Chapter 1: Ashe Atlas - First Life, First Fails, First Friend

In my first official life, I was a ginger, born to Feather of the Atlas family. My mother took me inside, fed and clothed me, named me after “a shit champion”, and then, when I no longer needed her breasts, gave me a backpack. She was a busy woman, always doing something, but she made sure I reached young adulthood just fine. She gave me a pat on my back, a good luck, I didn’t see her much after that.

What I did see were farm fields. Loads of them. Beside every string of farmland was boxes to hold the harvests. Someone pulled a carrot and placed it on the box. Then they did it again. Looked easy enough, so that’s what I did. I had no idea how to make seeds, just that I could harvest.

Then, the worst happened. I had my first child. I had no idea what to do, or how to feed it. It died in my arms, and I returned to the field. Everyone around me spoke a language I did not know. It was frustrating, and I was alone. Soon came my second child, who died the same as the first.

I was lost. I felt guilty. I could not care for the young. I could not create opportunities. I knew nothing. I met someone in the field, a friend who’s name I don’t remember, who stopped. Why did that person stop? It must have been the 20th time I asked how to do something, and that was the one person who stopped to teach me. They taught me how to prepare fields if I had the right tools, and most amazingly, how to make seeds. I no longer needed others to plant.

While working in the field I found a baby. I took it to the fire and warmed it, learned by accident how to breast feed it, and gave it a name. I wish I thought to write these names down. When the baby grew and began feeding itself, I gave it a fur to keep warm, and my backpack. I returned to the field.

That same person was there. I became old talking to them, appreciating what I learned. They told me I did good for my first life. We laughed, and eventually, they said “see you in another life”. I said “Yeah, for sure”, and went to sleep.

What a life that was. I was so confused, and just when I felt comfortable - just when I had a friend, it was all gone. The chances of meeting them again are slim, and we’ll never recognize each other, but there was a lingering feeling of fulfillment. I’m glad I lived that life. I wish I had paid more attention to it.

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Author Notes:
It's lives two and three that inspired me to start writing about them. This one was kind of plain.

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