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To my big brother, Thor, my mother, Aphrodite, and my sister, Betul.

Mother, you were ripped from our lives far too fast. When I was born in town, I was optimistic about our futures. Still a newborn baby boy, my older sister Betul came up to us because she wanted to show you a shot wolf that was eternally dying. She tried stabbing it with her knife but she accidentally stabbed you instead. I wasn't even a year old yet when you perished. Betul starved not long after you, but my brother Thor, just old enough to grab things for himself, saved my life. He fed me berries by the fire until I was old enough to fend for myself.

I thought there were no more girls left and I was worried, but Thor tried to reassure me by telling me he believed we had more sisters out there. I was hopeful for a while as we made plenty of stew and pies and revitalized the berry farm so the girls would have some food to come home to. As the years passed, our hope began to fade. We were determined to stay alive and to make our town great, instead turning our hopes to a random Eve who might stumble upon us or our ruins.

I fixed the sheep pen and got compost started again while Thor planted milkweed and worked on stews. We passed each other often, not saying much, but we shared a bond that let us live in a comfortable silence. We had each other and that was all we needed.

We joked about our names at the end and I swore that I would bury you for all you did. You saved my life and it was the least I could do. I passed a few years after you, but not before burying you beneath a juniper tree and placing a fresh mutton pie upon your grave. One of the dozens of pies you helped me make before your swift end. I remembered your good deed and stood beside your grave until my time had finally come.

- Loki Shin
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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

Anshin wrote:

https://www.savethechildren.ca

Save the Children

Working towards a world where every child attains the right to survival, protection, development and participation.

Evil bastards, they feed starving kids to make more starving people.. Instead of building factories and giving their parents jobs to be more than beggars.

All with the snug moral satisfaction too..