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Thank you all, that's some time well wasted!

TheRedBug, do you really think that I would pay no heed to stew!?

Make sure to keep your serial number somewhere, though. There is no Steam to remember it for you. It will be displayed on the confirmation e-mail and on your purchase confirmation and looks like XXXXX-XXXXX-XXXXX-XXXXX.

Hm... There might have been some parasites on the skin that rendered you sterile. Throughout your lives.

Anyway, I've been clubbin' those bloodlusty creatures like crazy and keep having children. They are often mentally disturbed, but I assume that this is just part of the game.

(By the way, you don't club them to death, you knock them senseless, rip their skin off and then they slowly freeze to death hopelessly calling their seal mother whom life you already took.)

Hahaha, keep rushing it and take a part in Operation Liberate the Noobs!

Little reminder : https://onehouronelife.com/forums/viewt … 632#p24632

Are you 100% sure that you lighted the torch at the end of the first part before dying?

A couple of people in the discord missed that and could't play the game for that reason.

Aurora plusoneing a new way to draw attention.

Hell of a good story. Interesting and well sustained style.

To the bravest child

Born an ordinary girl in a small settlement, I was meant to work in the farm. But crafts here were modestly getting to carts and my actual dream was to get to build some and push the community ahead toward progress and modernity. After a few years of watering the berry bushes and harvesting the heavy squashes, I decided to leave the farm, noticing that it was doing well as others were replacing me, to follow my dreams of making carts for the village.
The tools were already made. Some planks were already cut and wood disks were soon to come. We needed ropes and branches. I grabbed a basket, put in a handful of berries, more than enough for a little girl, and ran strait south, certain to find milkweed if I went far enough. The journey wasn't without dangers, but I came back to the camp with three ropes after a few years safe and sound. Planks were piling up and wheels were being made. I built three boxes and went for a shaft. We were so close! I brought a shaft from a nearby maple tree and we had it! Our very first cart! And I built it (well, at least part of it, but it was enough to make me happy)! Boldly, I rode my cart to the outskirts to bring more shafts, as proud as you can imagine.

But when I came back... Things were not going that well...
Earlier, an old man -an obscure cousin- tried to kidnap my firstborn a few times. I had her follow me to get the shafts, but she died suddenly from an unknown disconnection from her soul to her body. When I arrived back in the village, the man had somehow found a knife and was cold-bloodily murdering the already scarce members of the small community! I didn't really know what to expect. I hadn't strong connections with anyone in the village yet, as a results of all these years spent in the wilderness and didn't see how anyone could hold anything against me. So I decided to just keep my distance and carry on with my task. But I gave birth to a baby and had to leave my cart. As soon as the man saw that, he dashed towards us, knife in hand. I was worried, and expected that kind of move. I grabbed my son and escaped hastily. The man tried to chase us, but we were too far out and he quickly stopped and returned to the village.

After catching my breath, I explained my son, Oscar, that we would avoid the place and live in the wilderness for a while. I had experience in that and I was not too worried about raising a child outside of the village, as it was a rather young settlement and most of the resources close by were not consumed yet. I decided to still have a look at the village, with Oscar in my arms, as the situation might have evolved in a less grim way. But this was an horrible mistake!
The first and only person I encountered was the murderer with his knife! As soon as we saw each other, he dashed towards me again, this time visibly more determined. He chased me for a long while, never seeming to fall behind, without uttering a word. I was horrified! It is at that time that my son, my three years old baby boy, had an heroic move. We came across a bear and he jumped from my arms right in front of our chaser, and started to run rings around him. I stopped right away, afraid to lose my child, but at a reasonable distance from both the bear and the armed man. Oscar was heroically trying to lure the mad man into the bears jaws, boldly avoiding the blade, gaining time for me to escape. I had to run. And I did, as far as I could. Silently praising the child for his courage in my sorrow.

***

I had three daughters back there, in the wilderness, hallowed be Jason. Yolanda, Letty and Tania. Yolanda died young, to a grizzly bear, maybe the one we went across this fateful day. We came back to the village of my childhood when Tania was almost too old to be breastfed. It was deserted. No sign of life anywhere. Everybody was dead. I found the corpse and the doomed blade of the murderer, Secret Torres, may he be cursed for his deeds.
My daughters started to give birth to children and the settlement started to thrive again. I had a still and peaceful life and died of old age close to my children. Several generations have lived there when I write those lines, and this is thanks to the bravery of Oscar Torres.

You will be remembered, my brave son.

Ahem, now that we talk about it, is there any plan to widen what is shown on screen?
https://onehouronelife.com/forums/viewt … 552#p24552

Which would indeed benefit deaf players too.

So that's the reason behind the lags!