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Hello brother! In the photo in my first post, your grave is the one directly to the right of Mama’s. I’m happy to hear all of you are on the forums! This was one of the best family lives ever. Thank you all for the experience.

@startafight
Hello nephew! I’m so very glad to hear from you. I hope you were alright on your own for so long. During your life, you were so kind to your father and I. Eagan loved you so much, he always talked about you and treated you like his son by blood. And of course, thank you for helping me find out how to mark Mama’s grave. Without you, I would have died without accomplishing my goal. You were such a kind person and I hope to see you in another life someday.

@CarrotPies4Life
Hi Mama... Well, I suppose I called you Mother in my dying years, when I too was withered and grey. I had grown up, but you’ll always still be my Mama. Sun and Eagan helped me try to find roses, but I couldn’t find them anywhere. They didn’t have any luck either. I know you said it was okay that we didn’t get you any, and that we were your roses, but you deserved a beautiful rose to honor your kindness and beauty.

I missed you so much. But I was foolish, spending so much time out of town, finding things for your grave, that I left the town unattended. I wouldn’t take it back, Mama, don’t get be wrong. But I’m probably the reason they all died. Nobody took care of the berries and the beans and the carrots. Only one pie baker remained, and she was too old and committed suicide. The rest of them had no food and they died. So... oops. At least you got what you deserved after death, though. Please don’t feel bad. The town wasn’t the same without you anyway, I think your death is partially why everything stopped.

I wish you had me as your first baby. Then we could have spent more time together. But everyone was thankful for Alpha and Eagan. In fact, they were the only other survivors (excluding Sun and pie lady) so you can brag about the fact that you raised a strong, resilient family. It’s fitting for a strong, resilient woman such as yourself.

I loved you so much Mama. They did too. We missed you terribly but we did all we could for you. You were the best mother and grandmother we could have asked for. Thank you for everything.

— joey

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I mean, it’s their loss for being impulsive. It’s frustrating, but they won’t get to play in the big city for three hours just because they were born to you, who didn’t get Granny’s backpack and clothes, outside of town.

They’re just screwing themselves over if that’s their motive. But when you need a girl and the girl suicides, it’s especially frustrating.

It should require teamwork. Three hits by three different players within the timespan of five minutes to avoid trans-generational griefing.

I don’t know much about the new crops but

Beans work just like carrots.
Berries were considered the “prime” food for a couple weeks but then they got nerfed and now it’s pretty much everything.
Eat different foods to get boosts in hunger.
Thirty units of soil in each deposit (correct me if I’m wrong here) which can be transported three at a time in a basket.
Water is much less finate now. Not sure of the precise amounts, but regardless of whether something is dry, one unit of water regenerates every thirty minutes. I think ponds have 10 water, shallow wells have 20, and deep wells have 80?
Water in deep wells must be collected with bucket
You can bury someone by using a shovel on their corpse and adding a flat rock to make a gravestone
Small items can be placed on graves
Letters “M” “B” “U” “S” create templates Mother, Brother, Uncle, Sister on graves accordingly
Bell towers appear in big cities and set the home marker for anyone without one when rang. Every three hours another layer can be added.
Mouflon -> Mouflon lamb -> Domestic lamb

I know there’s more but it’s nearly midnight

And I’m writing on a teeny phone so it’s hard to type much more

Probably edit tomorrow

Hope this helped in the meantime

To Boy West -

You were murdered by May West the moment I was born simply because I existed. I saw her shoot you with a bow and yell at you before you died. I couldn't do anything but cry as I said "L / U / V" to you before you died, your last words being "You bitch!"

My sixth cousin Alan took me in after your death and fed me, but May was still insane. Alan said he saw two more corpses, and I witnessed her holding a bow and chasing me and several other people. Betty was the only fertile female now, and May had basically doomed us by killing the only other female. Eventually, I was handed over to Betty and told to start a milkweed farm for rope. The plan was to make a bow and arrow so we could get rid of her and end the murders. I made fletching and found a skewer, but it took a long while to find milkweed seeds.

May kept turning my yew shafts into kindling; she knew what we were planning. She hid the bow and any arrows, but we managed to create an arrow. She kept chasing me with a bow and arrow, but I lost her in the desert, and that was the last time I saw her. I looked her up in the family tree at a later date, and she had killed herself to "not give me the satisfaction of killing her" judging by her last words. She knew I was coming for her but was too cowardly to do the time for her crime.

But guess what, May? When I told everybody the news of your death, do you know what they said? They said "HAHA, FUCK HER!" They laughed and celebrated and WERE satisfied. No, they were HAPPY. They were happy that you didn't exist in their world to corrupt it. And so was I. You may not have given me the satisfaction, but you sure as hell made all of us really happy. So, I guess your little plan backfired, huh?

Anyway, I decided that Mother needed to be honored. Without knowing it, when she bore me, she had made a sacrifice, one life for another. My life for hers. I was so grateful, but I knew that she deserved something more than being left in the sun in the middle of town to rot.

I dedicated the rest of my life to honoring her death. I buried her in a special spot, planted her a rose bush, made her a gravestone, made a letter M, a chisel, a mallet, and marked her grave. Mother, you may not have gotten the life you deserved, but you certainly got your share in death. I told anyone who would listen your story and I told them to honor you.

My life's purpose was complete when your grave was, so I starved myself next to you. I didn't want to make my life impure by going off-track from my mission of delivering you justice after-death. So thank you, Mother. Thank you for sacrificing yourself for me, even if you didn't mean to. I hope I made the afterlife worth your while.

Love,
Nameless
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Family Tree:
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=335126

Almost every life I have is weird... can’t complain though!

Dogs being tamed from wolves in a similar fashion to sheep being tamed from mouflon?

What post? I can change the title to something different

It was a different one. I died of old age and my brother died at about fifty. The rest of your children died during infancy or early childhood.

This is awesome! I can’t wait for this!

One suggestion; Maybe keep the hunger going down. This way, if it’s a griefer, people won’t feed them. Chances are, if it’s a good guy, they’ll get fed. Or leave them at three-five pips.