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I was a blonde kid when a little girl approached me saying I was cute. I was working on a walled garden next to a graveyard when we promised to marry each other when older. I spent my youth gathering resources from the wilderness, always returning to town to check on the little girl that now had become my wife. We had a son together, told jokes, and play around as much as we could. We did gardening together and thanks to our teamwork we managed to finish the garden and embellish the graveyard. We grow old together and I died as we danced with flowers in hand in the graveyard with our loved ones watching. One of the best feelings in my life.

It is always the ones bragging about making a couple of engines or a plane or radio. Such a shame.

I still feel bad about sending a good player to donkey town because of a misunderstanding.

In my town, there was a ginger getting oil. I was brown but spent almost all my life in ginger town, bringing stuff from old towns and getting rubber materials. Suddenly noticed that they got an engine but think nothing about it. When I go back to my town as an elder I noticed that our engine had been stolen and our sheep slaughtered. I feel bad for the ginger getting oil as we no longer have an engine to use it on.  I see an old ginger come to forge in a horse and at first thing nothing of it but see him destroying the Multipurpose Newcomen Engine. The first thing I thought was that he was going to steal it so I grab what I can so he cannot put it in his horse. Then he goes and grabs the latex so I panicked and cursed him before he steals anymore. Other people join me and we chase him out of town.

I see him going east to the oil rig instead of north to ginger town and that is when the horrible realization struck me. He didn't want to steal the Newcomen, just took the rubber tire to get a last oil tank before dying. He didn't want to steal the latex and sulfur but to show us that we had enough materials to make more rubber. He didn't even seem to get angry when we chased him. I felt so bad, I started clearing the misunderstanding with my people but it was too late. An innocent that served all this life our town had been cursed. 

I really wish there was a way to eliminate a curse you give somebody in the heat of the moment. Also, the language restriction doesn't help.

I remember the time when as a mom you had to find the perfect temperature spot to raise your children. I was usually the exact same one your mom had raised you. It was also a swamp tile most of the time. Those where weird times.

Toxic is super lame, almost pitiful.

Brilliant! The crib would be super cute. Almost like a baby prison.

Gene score restrictions over tool sloth drove me away from town restauration, and in general, from caring about towns.

Used to be able to fix the farm, get iron, make food, get sheep and water all in a single life. Including the necessary tools like buckets and carts while caring for my kids.

Now to do that you need several lives, even if you have the maximum amount of tool sloths possible. Not worth it unless you play a lot.

Nowadays I do more roleplaying while making small contributions. Doesn't make memorizing the entire tech tree worth much.