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hey, Norarose.
go fuck yourself.
the end.
Once again, thanks for proving my point.
You don’t like to get called out for being a griefer, maybe you should have thought of that before you came on here playing victim.
Was that the issue? You realized 2 people wrote stories of their lives with you, with your Eve name, and wanted to save face?
It’s alright, people get bored sometimes and kill or sabatoge the camp. It’s a game, play as you will.
But please stop lying. You have 3 people who saw what you did and that’s the proof needed. I don’t need to sit here getting cursed out because you’re mad about it.
Wow. Even more proof you’re a liar.
Baker was Amina, but it doesn’t matter. You were mad at Baker because of the laws he made. You were a griefer and I called you it on it. Now you’re mad at me.
Just stop lying. You’re not even reading anything or comprehending what I was saying.
You’re mad and now cursing, acting like that gets your point across better when in actuality it just proves how angry you are for getting called out.
People like to write stories about their lives. You’re the one who came on here first bashing Baker because of what went down. Now you’re mad at me and saying I did everything Baker did? Stop trying to lie. It’s done. And nice try, trying to say you made this or that. Who cares? You’re a liar, now you’re an angry liar.
You have 3 people telling you what’s what and you continue to lie and bash.
Just stop.
Eve's don't own a town, not in future incarnations at least. Just because you started a town dosn't mean you comeback hours later and yell "I'm Eve listen to me!!" besides I wouldn't believe someone who claimed that either.
Especially when that person is being lazy, not contributing in any meaningful way and then starts being a griefer.
Oh and as far as your receipts, you were killed by a wolf. Even after all your griefing. Probably on the way out, as you said, to be with your twin. Releasing bears until you found a wolf to suicide by.
Thanks for making the picture more clear.
And your daughter was killed because she was protecting her triplets who were talking of death and killing as soon as they could type 2 letters.
Don’t play victim.
You said in your above post that you kept no babies, and then you just said you kept only one. Hmm. Seems to me that the person whose story is changing is the one who is lying.
You were a griefer and you know it. Your twin dies, you got bored of the village, helped it die out by feeding countless abandoned babies and then yelled at Amina for telling you to stop. Wish others could have seen what you were doing and cursed you too.
You obviously can’t read, because I said 1. When I was first born into the village as Elisbet it was horrible. Then I said 2. After I came back as Lisa, Amina and I worked the village and it became the perfect spot.
So no thanks?
You’re a horrible liar and an even worse Eve. You stand around doing the bare minimum and expect others to do all the work and you take the credit because you planted a berry bush and made a clay pot? Offering words of encouragement as others work themselves to death...that’s your Eve strategy?
When you were born again as Rose, the crops for stew, and stew itself was already being made and replanted. I know because again, Amina and I did it all.
I guess thanks for making another pot?
Doesn’t negate the fact that you were a griefer. Not murdering with a weapon, but with malicious intent by feeding all the abandoned babies and by the sound of it lured the bears towards the camp.
What actually happened was Baker was trippin', didn't have a way to keep track of who was having more than one kid, and was just murdering people and talking shit to other players the whole time.
I returned to the camp as Rose Pharo.I was about to leave to play with my twin, who died from a rattlesnake bite, so I gave a back pack to a baby they seem to be caring for for some reason, then he says I'm an idiot for feeding kids, bruh, what.? I tell him I didn't feed my babies, which I didn't (until dude spazzes on me in my own village) I tell him I'm eve and calls me an idiot again for cutting carrots in Savannah, which was actually done my my griefer daughter from my eve life named Nefertiti, who I had to rush a bow to kill to save my hard working kids' work, and future generations' livelihoods.
I've played with Baker before and he usually is helpful and isnt such a fuckhole, idk what got up his pecker today in my camp, but his actions led to its demise. Congratulations, bruh.
TL;DR Basically Baker acted like an dickhead over reacting to the ginger-bug, with no respect for the Eve, and his experiments with population control failed, knocking the family out at only 10 generations. The end.
That’s not what ‘actually’ happened. I was born into that camp before I was Lisa. When there were men, way in the beginning I was Elisabet. Anyway, yes your town was horrible. I died at age 17 because of no food. I was working to build up the farm and starved as an adult...that’s how sucky the town was. When I was reborn as Lisa I was finally able to finish the farm and survived to old age.
And I saw you feeding babies, gathering them up and feeding them all. You didn’t want your line to die off, but guess what ‘bruh’ that’s a form of griefing. Keeping all the babies and letting everyone starve. I cursed you and you deserved it.
You’re one of the people who sat by the fire, eating all the food barely working while watching the town slowly die then you blame Baker? No. Baker and I worked so hard and that village was the perfect spot for Firdaws to start over even with the ginger-bug.
Sadly a bear ended it all
My name was Lisa. My cousin was Amina. You were the last baby girl of our cursed village.
At first, our small village was thriving. We were surrounded by so many resources and duck ponds as far as the eye could see.
But what we didn’t know, was that we were cursed.
You see, only red-headed babies were born into this village. All girls. Never a boy. On and on it went, girl after girl after girl being born. There was no end.
At first it was okay. We managed to plant more berry bushes despite the laziness of the newer generation. They seemed to think that popping out babies meant that they could stand by the fire and eat and do nothing else.
The tipping point was when babies started dying of starvation. There were just too many mouths to feed and too little people willing to work.
Bones were scattered everywhere. Food was running out. Babies kept being born. Red headed babies. Always a girl.
Amina and I told everyone, only keep one child. Your first born. We can’t feed anymore. But no one listened.
The berry bushes were depleted and wilted, our only source of food were eggs but that too was running out.
So Amelia took matters into her own hands, she killed all who disobeyed.
She warned them, of course, but those who went against the 1 child policy had to die. There was no other way.
[It soon became a griefers dream...seriously so many babies popping out left and right and always a red headed girl. Girl after girl after girl. People kept feeding babies and they grew up and had more babies. They were told to stop, but kept feeding abandoned kids too. I think the new genetic modification update needs to be tweaked. We were doomed from the start.]
The town was on the brink of destruction.
Thanks to Amina the town made a great recovery, and people could have and keep babies again.
But the curse continued.
Triplets were born into the village.
As soon as they could speak they only spoke of death. I had to get my hands dirty. I made 2 knives and gave one to Amina. It was the only way. We had to protect the village. I killed my own niece.
In the end the village was deserted as the tale of the ginger-curse spread.
Several younger survivors were able to make it out of the village, but by that point Amina and I were too old to go with them.
We lived out our days together, tending the sheep farm and revitalizing the farm in the hopes that one day the survivors would find their way back.
We were content, just the two of us, when along comes a child abandoned by their mother in the chaos of the cursed exodus.
We later found out that her mother had actually starved to death as she was trying to flee the village.
We gave little Firdaws everything we had. The last thing I heard was Amina telling me, “We did good, cousin”.
And we did.
The future was in the hands of Firdaws, the village had everything needed to start anew. Abundant food sources, wells, duck ponds, and sheep.
But the curse continued, and the Pharo line was ended.
When I spawn as an Eve, sometimes I feel it is pointless.
I build up a nice little base camp, but most of time my kids are idiots and die within 4-6 generations. I mean, how hard is it to fend for yourselves when you have berry bushes and carrots enough to sustain as long as you’re adding to the new town??
So what’s the point? Sometimes it’s easier to just keep dying until I am born into a town where I can be productive.
I read somewhere that Eves will spawn into these abandoned base camps, but I’ve never had that happen. I’ve also read that if you live to age 60, you’ll be born close to where you died. Is this true?
What are the basic mechanics of Eve spawning? Or is it just random?
On the other hand... splatting sheep shit in the temple, that made me laugh my ass off, good one.
What made it more funny was Rachel yelling, “Someone has desecrated the temple!” Hahahaha! Fun times.
I don’t role play, but I will talk to my ma or gma and what not. I don’t mind people who do, but come on Rachel. We need to survive first you free-loader.
It was so worth my time in exile!
No thanks. I played a full life in donkey town and now I’m out. Not worth the risk of a permanent ban for something I did to myself.
I was fine last night after this, but I think Rachel got her discord friends to curse me. I played a perfectly good life after that but today I log in and I am in Donkey Town. Perhaps it was deserved, I did kill an innocent. Oh well, time to practice my skills and learn how to cook pork tacos.
I was born into a small village. My mother, Calliopie Root, didn’t even notice me and I was left to fend for myself. My great aunt named me Kenny.
Right before her death, my great great grandmother yelled, “We’re running out of food! We’re gonna die of...”. And then she was gone.
I made it my life’s goal to help my village not starve to death.
As a child I tended the berry bushes. As I got older I helped bake and make tools as a blacksmith...but my calling was sheep and compost.
It was a dirty job no one wanted to do, but I did it, and I did it well. I kept our village’s berry farm healthy and even expanded the farm with carrots and wheat. Providing enough fertile soil for squash and milk weed too.
One day as I was toiling away I notice this one woman not working. Just taking food and clay and going off a little ways from the village. I was curious, so I followed her.
Her name was Rachel. She was building a temple to the ‘Sky God’. She was quite crazy with her ramblings, so I left her and went on my way. .
On one of my runs to and from the farm to the the sheep pen I see Rachel not working. She never works. She’s always rambling, taking food and now wood. It’s on one of those runs that I see what the wood was for.
She had 2 giant fires going outside of the temple, and she’s telling her young daughter to always keep the fires burning. The daughter replies, “For the Sky God” or some other such nonsense.
Now at this point I’m more than a little annoyed. I’ve been working my whole life while this woman does nothing but waste precious wood, all of which she didn’t help gather/cut/transport/stack. She did nothing and wasted resources. All she did was have kids and eat, aside of course from worshiping the Sky God.
Why does she get to sit there and not work, while I have to toil every single day? Was it because she was born a woman and I a man?
So what I did next is not my proudest moment.
Okay, yes it is and it was hilarious. I took some sheep dung and splattered in right in the middle of the temple when no one was looking.
I run away laughing and I hear crazy Rachel say, “Someone has blasphemed the sacred temple!”
I was the only sheep worker, so it wasn’t hard to figure out that I had done it. When she saw me on one of my compost runs she called me a griefer and threatened to kill me. I thought she was just a cooky weirdo, but just in case I made a bow and arrow for protection. I hid my bow, but kept the arrow on me always.
Then back to my sheep pen.
The next thing I know my little sister, Mary, comes at me with a knife. She says I was accused of being a griefer. I run away as she’s stabbing, trying to ask her what I did in between all the stabbing. I told her I did nothing. She eventually believed me and left.
At this point I’m mad. I’ve worked my whole life and for what? I didn’t even get a trial and people are believing this crazy woman over me? So I grab my bow and go confront her at the sheep dung temple.
She is afraid and knows I’m out for blood. She runs into the temple and I go after her. Mary comes back and watches in horror as I draw back my bow and aim it right at crazy lady’s daughter. The cycle had to stop, even if it meant me killing and dying too. I let the arrow fly. She’s dead pretty quickly.
Mary doesn’t hesitate and stabs me. She tells me that she hopes I enjoy Donkey Town, but not before I curse Rachel and explain that I was accused and for nothing. It didn’t matter. I was dead within minutes, my dying words “ She accused me...” floating off into the wind my reasons of murder never to be heard.
Did I deserve to die? Yes.
Cursed? Yes.
But so did Rachel and I cursed her as I lay there dying.
She lived on to old age and had a few more children I think. I hope she smelt that sheep dung until the day she died. My only regret is that I didn’t kill her instead, to save the village from having to support her wastefulness and laziness.
Haha I've had a few of you as my mom...I was once Pocket Rocket and I had a sister named Beetroot.
I usually name my children after flowers. One time I couldn't think of what to name a son, so I named him Weed. It changed his name to something else I can't remember. He told me next time try Bud.
I’m relatively new to this game, but I was proud to see that my line made it to 4 generations. A little sad as well, to see it end so quickly.
I set up our little spot with berry bushes, an Adobe kiln and some basic tools. I planted carrots and told my children to let them flower for seeds.
The bushes had berries by the time I died, and my daughter had a daughter of her own.
I checked on my line and they died out in 4 generations, mostly due to starvation and rattle snakes.
I love this game and wish it was more popular! Maybe if it was on Steam?
What’s your longest lineage?
All I’ve ever seen/been is an Eve or in a new village.
The villages aren’t ever advanced.
Has there even been a more advanced society? How to we take it there?