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I do believe it was This Lineage if it was you. At least, I think it was- the name Gertrude rings a bell from that playthrough, if only because I passed their bones like 10 times. 

I don't remember the name of the cousin/aunt/relative that fed me though.. I'm rly bad with remembering names, oof.

Reminds me of a time where I was born into a decent size town, and had my mother abandon me in the middle of the ripe berry fields. Luckily a cousin nursing her own kids saw me struggling and took me in and raised me.

My mom eventually came back, and I asked for a name a few times, with no response. Even my cousin-mom asked her to name me. Instead, she kept bugging my cousin-mom for her backpack. She even tried using me as a fucking bargaining chip lmao. "Give me the backpack and I'll take/name my kid." Cousin refused and kept taking care of me.

Mom finally came back shortly before I grew hair and named me. She tried to reclaim me as her own, but I just kept running out of her arms back to my cousin. I grew hair shortly after, and renounced my mother for the cousin who cared for me. She said "I'm your mom though" and I said "No, Cousin was a better mom."

We didn't drag it out much though. Parted ways, cousin who raised me died, and I found my wrinkled old ma. Told her I was sorry things weren't well between us, and that I wish she hadn't tried to abandon me or use me as a pawn to get gear. She apologized, and I wished her luck.

To my family.

You knew me as Adely. It was short for something, I can't quite remember what.

My aunt was queen of the land. She ruled fairly, but unfortunately her children did not survive. When she could no longer have kids, my grandmother decreed that my mother will be the next queen, and I will be after her. The crown was to be passed down to me.

Early in life, I asked for a job, and mentioned I knew cooking. I was told, "Great! The kitchen is south," and headed for my new job. Future Queen or not, I was not going to be useless.

There, I found an uncle working on pies. I ran off to collect some ingredients, and came back to some young upstart cousin. I started making pies- we had a surplus of rabbit and no carrots, so went with plain rabbit for the time being- and was instantly yelled at by this nameless cousin.

"Rabbit only is a waste!" he screeched. "Don't disturb my work!" he whined. As the smart child laid out around nine pies individually, cluttering the whole area, claiming it was "easier for him" to cook them than from a basket.

I mentioned how it's faster from a basket- just left click, right click, repeat. You didn't even have to move from the spot! But nooo, I was the monster.

The head chef intervened eventually, politely asserting his dominance and explaining that we had mutton- which I wasn't aware of- and to use that, or rabbit with carrot. If I'd known we had mutton, I would've used that instead of plain rabbit. As we still didn't have any carrots, I went to fetch mutton and made another batch of pies.

It came to a point where the mutton ran out. There was a skinned sheep, but I could not find a knife to butcher it. I asked around, and learned my mother had the knife, and that she'd gone northwest. I followed.

And I found her in hot pursuit of an unknown cousin, who had hold of our crown! I followed them a ways, and was told that she "had to die" because she had the crown, which was rightfully ours. This mad chase continued for a few minutes.

Finally, my mother stopped, dropping the knife and telling me to grab it. I took it, stowing it away in my backpack. I was told to kill the imposter, and she ran off towards the berry fields.

My cousin carefully wandered back my way, and I reassured her I wouldn't kill her. Yes, the crown was ours, but it was simply an item. There was no need to go to such drastic measures, were there? I took the knife and headed back to butcher my sheep and make another round of pies.

Lo and behold, my nameless cousin appears again- just in time to stab me through the gut. "Why???" I proclaimed, not recognizing the little asshole. I didn't catch most of his words, but he was whining about something before, bothering his work, and such.

I then recognized who he was. "Kill him!" I proclaimed to onlookers. "I didn't do anything! I just butchered a sheep, for pies!" I slowly staggered towards a crowd of people, hoping one of them would get my backpack and knife before the asshole cousin would.

Checking the family tree, it looks like the prick starved before he could be killed. I wish I knew what happened. Did anyone try to avenge me, or did he get by with no repercussions?

To my mom, Lilibeth, I'm sorry I died so young. I was going to rule the place with honor and fairness. I was going to work alongside my subjects, strive for a lifelong civilization, and pass on this sacred duty to my children. Instead, I got stabbed in the back over a petty argument that'd happened years ago.

To the nameless cousin who killed me: Maybe I was a bit blunt, but you were equally rude to begin with. If you hadn't been so touchy-feely and bitchy about "interfering with your work" [AKA, doing my job and helping the village. Shocking!] nothing would've become of this encounter.

I hope they live on, but doubt it. My children and their children could've contributed to this society, but instead, your speshul feewings ruined it all.

Hope you're satisfied.

I was Filipe Sampson, and it seems I was in the generation after yours? Unfortunately I knew little of what had gone on in the past.

Early in my life, barely after I was old enough to grab things, I was entrusted with a bow and arrow by an elderly man. He mentioned there had been a griefer earlier, and murder, and that he could no longer protect the village in his old age. Perhaps those incidents had been your experiences.

It was my first time wielding a bow and arrow. And let me tell you, I was terrified. I took my job very seriously, and swore that I would protect the village with it. Snakes, wolves, bears, griefers- whatever came my way, I was ready to pass judgment and serve the law.

I made quite a few rounds, asking everyone if things were okay, if they'd seen anything suspicious, anything they needed to report. Helped a lad find an extra bucket in case he needed it for the berry farm he was trying to maintain. Had a conversation with a new Eve, Tecuri- who had actually been Eve Sampson as well!

I had no reports. A few people had knives on them, but none of them acted out and I let them be. A few small disputes, like "who took my bucket!" and "where did the snares go?" but nothing big- until my aging mother came along.

She saw my weapons, and mentioned how she had killed someone the first time. She said it was quite fun, and to my horror, asked me to shoot her. To be my first victim.

I didn't want it to  be fun! I was sworn to protect, not to shoot the innocent. She continued to press me, saying she would starve to death if I didn't. My cousin swooped in last second, clutching a goose to her chest.

She said, why not shoot a goose? It was good practice, and wouldn't be harmful. I said, sure- I was still afraid of the weapons, and practicing seemed like a good idea, in case I encountered a griefer.

My benefactor had told me that left click was to kill. THat seemed odd to me, since I could accidentally shoot someone while running. It made me paranoid of doing such, and careful about my movements. I tried left clicking the goose- to no avail.

So I tried to right click, just as my cousin was picking up the goose. Got her right through the stomach with my very first shot.

I was crushed, kept saying sorry- that it'd been an accident, I was aiming for the goose near her! A few people gathered around, confused and angry and concerned, as I tried to explain what happened. My mother looked on all this proudly, said "GJ" and starved to death.

My cousin laughed it off. I think she forgave me. She called me emo when I said I'd starve to death. What she didn't know was that my hunger bar was below half when I'd made the first shot.

I died moments after she did, and honestly, I'm glad I did. Someone probably would've killed me, believing me to be a griefer- when all I'd wanted was to protect the place and its inhabitants.

It seems I died about an hour after your own events took place. As far as I could tell, things returned to peace. Farmers were working on the berries with soil and water. There was plenty to eat. Someone killed a few sheep. Life moved on, until I screwed it up.

I'd love to hear what happened after my own short life, if there's anybody of the next generations around the forums. Filling in the puzzle pieces would be great.

[double post rip]

Also, to my brother Hera

Just saw your last words and cause of death. Unfortunately, I starved before I could provoke the bear enough to get it to kill me, as pathfinding kept taking me around the den. Still, it brought a tear to my eye and a laugh to my throat, reading how you'd gone out.

As a pair of old men with nothing left but the bones of a village, it was a good life. Making burritos and trying to figure out what went wrong with the sheep pen was fun.

Godspeed, my brother.

-Gerald

Hi there kiddo. I don't think I was around during your lifetime- I was Hollynn, your... great great [great] grandmother, perhaps?

I was the first to jumpstart making pies again, after noticing we had plenty of ingredients for such- but nobody working on them or even noticing we had supplies for em.

I'm very glad to see they not only got done, but continued to get done, even long after I passed. I hope things are still going well, that was a good town.