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I was born to Roxanne Ola who was living in a town with another family, we were the only Ola's there.
I had a crush on another baby named Megan Raw.
I grew up and had Clara,Roxana,Eliza and Alexander. Clara died at 5 and Alexander at 21.
My mom when she was old enough finally did the peace thing with another elder, and our families could be united.
My daughter Eliza was my favorite and she got married to Patrick with me as the priest.
I confessed my love to Megan but we didn't get married, If we did then Eliza and Patrick's love would be incest because Megan was Patrick's mom.
My granddaughter Matilda was going to have an arranged marriage with a boy named Samuel when they were 17, I never got to see their marriage as they were still kids when I died.
Eliza and Patrick were truly in love, they had some kids, but when Patrick died, it was sad.
Eliza said something just before I died, so I couldn't really see it but, I think she said "I can't live without him."
Me
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=5172809
Megan and Patrick
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=5172806
hmm
im thinking of how ladies dressed in like the 1700's and such, they had layers of clothing for their dresses, like a petticoat and a corset(a corset could just be decoration for ohol women to make them a bit slimmer?)

Im the one with the crown, i like my red shirt and white skirt

i spelt my online name, yanna, and im rocking a nice outfit. red hat, showing my tits and a nice white skirt (and one rabbit shoe)
https://i.imgur.com/1egFpms.jpg
New Dumdum pic, click on the thumbnail to check it out!
rip those babies, they were boys anyway, not important
https://i.imgur.com/WWrex40.png
Also this is why no one invites you to family reunions...
burcock

Griefer gang
Alrighty folks, we're at it again. This story starts with a fella we're going to call Bob.
Bob was building a property fence south of town. I ran into this cage while I was shooting turkeys. I figured, judging by the soil and small size it was a milkweed farm and let him be.
Turns out, no.
Bob was just a greedy little prick. He started planting his own berry farm and hogging tools, but it was too late. He died young in his property fence without passing it on to anyone, leaving all of his good clothing and grave trapped inside this ugly box blocking lower expansion of the town.
A few boring years of berry farming, cooking, and building later I notice someone is building a cage next to Bob's. I learned my lesson the first time. I break the fences and, what do you know, the builder's friend says "aw, someone broke the slave cage."
That's right. Not even trying to hide it, he flat-out admits it is a slave cage. And forgive me if I am wrong, but that is obviously griefing. So I steal their fences and move them into the yellow biome, not really a hiding spot but to just delay them a bit. This is where the builder catches me and starts demanding I stop. I tell him property fences are bad, and I was informed this would be a slave cage.
Which he admits. (From here on I'm going to descend into madness, warning you ahead of time)
Yet SOMEHOW he doesn't consider it griefing, because it's *roleplay* and "roleplay is a huuuuuge part of this game"
He then goes on to excuse it as being roleplay, because it's roleplay, roleplay roleplay roleplay. And we're ruining roleplay by being "too serious" which therefore ruins the game.
Okay, I can use that logic too. Advancing civilizations are a huuuuge part of OHOL. Your roleplay is in the way of civilization advancement. By not being serious enough, you are ruining the game.
And then he goes on to talk about well it's "not that bad" because he was going to feed his slave and ask the mother if she wants to sell her child into slavery, and they could always figure out how to escape if they don't want to.
What type of idiocy is that? The whole chain of logic is completely ridiculous. The person will NOT be able to fully enjoy the game. And you say it's "not that bad" because you ENJOY roleplay. But some player who goes afk for a moment could awake to being locked in a cage for your enjoyment. They don't want to rp, they aren't having fun. You've wasted their time and a life so you could find enjoyment in locking them away for no real reason.
Please explain how that is not griefing.
If you want to roleplay above all else, go play a roleplay game. Stop putting your enjoyment first at the expense of other players. By the way Jason, I would love if property fences were more balanced. Like if they started to swiftly decay as soon as the last owner dies. But y'know, suggestions are bad and all so I doubt you'll ever see/consider this.
Can't blame a girl for trying ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Im a roleplayer, but I think its not ok to do something like that if the person does not wish to roleplay with you, like you said, its griefing and you can't force people to roleplay with you. You can ask the person if they want to and if they say yes then go ahead.

hair idea that can be used for any skin color
maybe for the gingers or black girls that we still need
YannaChan wrote:i don't care about genetic fitness
what does it even do?
I assume you know but you're just joking.
Well, it let me work effectively till I poop over instead of staying by a fire munching berries for one..
It's marginal, but it's something
At the end of the day though, OHOL is virtual life, no one cares I guess
i actually don't know what it does, i just see it as something i can ignore because it isn't important to me.
i don't care about genetic fitness
what does it even do?
This might be me, but I haven't been able to play the gingers or the African people that much or at all. I have gotten into two ginger families and no Black family. This might just be me but I don't know. Would love to play as them more often though.
I think all the black and ginger eves were being shitty and decided to not make a town or they just died out before they could make one.
So all the families are white or tan
Just had a pretty fun run.
I was a girl born to an Eve. Mom was a little weird in the head. She wasn't abusive or anything; she was good mom. But she was always complaining about bell towns and refused to settle. She typed up some coordinates and proposed that we travel to a bell town. I agreed and that's how our journey began.
She had multiple children on the journey. She insisted on keeping each and giving them unflattering names like UGLY. Still, her children stayed and my children stayed and eventually we were a big band of seven or eight homeless gingers running aimlessly through the wild with baskets of food.
Soon Mom got old and I was lacking a daughter, so she told me she would die and return as a daughter: she never returned. With the death of our spiritual leader, we had no clue where we were supposed to go, so we settled on some fertile land near the place my mom died. There were lots of berries and bananas and a reasonably placed natural spring, so thankfully, we were able to support our gang of six or seven people before a farm was even built. I did have one girl, just before menopause. She fell into a comma at age three or four, so we were scrambling to keep her fed with what little we had.
It was definitely an unconventional life.
I was your daughter!
Sorry, My real life mom was moving my furniture at the time so I decided it was best for me to stop playing.
Why is he bald at age 15 (if he is 15 in that picture?) We already have a ginger guy who starts balding at age 15 or something like that. Now there is a guy who has no hair on his head at age 15.
these guys are cursed
Is that his default expression?
yeah its his default expression when he turns 15

bald with an owo face
When people confuse me when I give them a rose and they just say "Aww thanks" Or something like that and I have a crush on them but I have no idea if they like me or not.
You were my best friend ever since you were a baby, We talked to each other throughout the years and I told you I was making a rose bush for the girl I had a crush on, Bb.
You were my favorite sister, my only sister. You were the joy of my life. You really were the best, Bebe.
We grew old together, but not forever because someone...
Jessamine.
Jessamine turned my joy into sadness.
I saw you with a knife wound standing in front of me, I couldn't believe my eyes.
I told you how much I loved you and I had to watch you die.
I made a grave for you and I tried to make two letter s's but I could only make one before I died by your grave.
You truly were the greatest sister anyone could wish for.
Our Lineage
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=4979777
Not a drawing but somewhat related.
Felted a ginger eve on my day off because why not.
Shes fully posable and around 16 cm / 6.2 inches tall.
https://i.imgur.com/ffWy4vQ.jpg
horrifying and great
we need painting in the game now
also he looks like bob ross
finally, now we need another ginger male model
"You should wacth WBSteve's ohol videos" I met him in game. He said something like "I want to penetrate him" to my in-game young son. Yeah his videos are funny but I don't want to support someone like that.
I should add that he was pretty much annoying the city that whole lifetime. I think he was trying to get video material but he was basically a low key griefer.
Agree to Disagree, I respect your opinion but I still like him and watch his videos.
Got suggested to me on my youtube feed and had a good laugh at it. Thought I should share:
You should wacth WBSteve's ohol videos
Hey Meri, You were pretty nice when we were both at the graveyard, planning to die. I wish we could've been able to be a couple later in our lives.
You were a pretty good mom, Savior. You made me proud when you said I saved the town or something along those words when I watered all the berries and they started growing
Our lineage in case everyone reading was curious
Meri's side
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=4954812
Every marriage I've had.
My first marriage was a bit special, I waited forever to propose to the girl I wanted because I was nervous. I told her that I loved her with a pie I made for her.