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I just saw your name pop on the Family Trees homepage ! So relieved you died of old age. I really hope you use the forums.

Here's the story : I was aging and decided to go make baskets for the big town since the floor was crowded and disgusting. I went wayyy down south, then north to come back, but instead of finding my old town, I found your new village. Oh, I was so proud. Your village seemed off a great start and you where so nice with everyone passing by. I gave you my backpack with a pie and 2 knives (I found them carelessely lying on the floor in the old town, our family was so stupid).

I started to help watering your farm, wasn't easy with one tiny pouch, then I started to get hungry, and starving... They were no food anywhere close so I accepted my fate and died. I saw you running towards me after I said "Bye world", you screamed "Mom!!!!!!!". Ah. You were so cute.

And you what's your story ? What did you do with the knives ? How were things when you died ?

I'll miss you, my little Frankie.

Hi, I was your daughter on server three.

I don't remember if you were an Eve but I am pretty sure you were. You told me the trick about not lifting your finger on the left click so your temperature stay the same, and it was an awesome find. I had a brother who lived to old age and many babies but only one daughter survived. She was named Ourania I think because I was telling her "You are our last hope" while holding her, haha. I wanted to hold her because the last kid I told she was my last hope died of starvation moments after I pressed enter.

Ourania was able to pick things up RIGHT before I had my menopause, we had so much luck ! I was so scared she'd die I would harass her to put carrots in the backpack she inherited from her uncle before leaving camp. I felt like a real mom, it was great.

When I left the farm, that you had started, was running and I had three grandchildrens (one little girl, one little boy, and one baby I heard crying in the distance). So they were at least 3 generations after you !  I wanted you to know that because that's an exploit I never got to accomplish as an Eve and I thought I would love to know if it was me.

I wish I remembered your name or my brother's or even mine but I was so foccused on surviving and keeping the family safe that I didn't.

Hoping the Sol family is still going strong !

Yesterday I lived one of my most eventful life in this wonderful game and I HAD to share it with you all. I told the story to a friend and translated it for this  forum and the subreddit.

I was born in what I believed was a big town once but was reduced to a few people now. My mom immediately started to dress me, I was so glad, it’s rare to end up with moms who care enough for this stuff.

She named me Peter, showed me the town and then introduced me to my sister in the berry farm. Then, she placed me by the fire and started to inform me on how things works here.

"Greta is our ruler"

I said « Ok ». I’ve never been in one but I’ve heard about towns with a king or a queen.

"So… We have to feed her. I know it’s weird, but it works"

I honestly didn’t understand at first. To my knowledge, only babies needed to be fed. And our ruler couldn’t be a baby, could she ? I said "What" to my mom.

Immediately, a lady on a horse with a cart attached appeared. I checked her name - it was Greta.

She said to me "Kid, you are going to serve me"

I responded "Okay".

She said "You have to call me master"

I said "Okay… master"

Then she looked at my mother and ordered "Feed me"

My mom took a carrot in a basket and fed it to her. It all become clear and super weird.

I checked Greta again and saw I had no relation at all with her. I thought it was weird, usually in small town like this, everybody is at least someone else cousin. At least rulers must be.

I was old enough and started to work. Mostly with wheat seeds at first, and I helped where it was needed.

I became familiar with this whole “Greta situation”. I would see her pass by on her horse quite often and watch her doing truly nothing other than ask to people to feed her, call us peasants and shout at her « wives » to make and care for babies. Sometimes, she would just be rambling about her life ("I didn’t leave this horse since I’m twelve !").

Other times, I would see her and my mom fight. My mom would say things like “You just don’t care. About anyone”, I’m not sure since I only saw parts of it. I told my mom to be careful, I was scared Greta might kill her right on sight.

I didn’t like her, I don’t think any of us did. But weirdly, I respected her for what she was able to pull off. Later, I imagined she had stole her horse from her original town, along with the three knives in her bag she never used (it actually took a long time for me to notice them) then came to my mom’s town and started ordering people around. And when a lady (or a twelve year old kid) with three knives orders something, you probably want to execute.

I was about thirty years old when my mom came to me asking the whereabouts of my siblings. I told her I had no idea. She left, worried or sad, I followed her to ask her what was on her mind. She supposed one of them had left for a better town, another might be dead due to poor survival skills, and so on. Then I noticed she start to become really old. I shouted « Oh no, mom ! » but she quietly said « My time has come » and started leaving her clothes on the ground for future generations. I stood by her side in her final moments. I told her she had been such a great mom and how much I was going to miss her ("I’ll miss you too, son!").

Greta stopped by, saw my now old mom and declared "You were a good peasant". I was going to respond something like « Oh you... » but my mom chose this moment to pass away. Both Greta and I shouted « Noooo! ». For an instant I thought she had a heart and it warmed mine. But then I realized she was just complaining about one of her wives for doing something wrong.

I lived on. While I was busy with the carrot plantation, a man with a knife arrived. It scared me, but he immediately went for Greta. She started riding her horse in every direction. The man ran away.

"Did he..." I began, not sure to understand what happened.

"He tried to kill me !" said Greta.

"Oh my..." I whispered « Where did he go ? »

"To the rabbits"

I ran in this direction. I still didn’t like Greta but for some reason, I felt loyal to her. No sign of the man at the rabbits, I returned to Greta to inform her.

Time passed after this, and it was finally Greta’s turn to die. There was some sort of gathering around her as she was aging quickly, then she was gone. All her things fell on the ground… including the backpack with the three knives.

The people immediately started looting them. I knew this was going to go wrong, and I wasn’t disappointed.

The first woman to pick a knife killed her baby with it and said « Oops ».

With the second knife, another woman killed the first, probably for the murder (and now that I think of it, maybe because it was her baby that the lady killed by accident/stupidity).

Finally, my cousin Caroll came with the third knife and killed the second woman. She said she was tired of people being horrible with knives. I tried to explain to her what happened but I don’t think she understood me.

I started to gather the knives in a basket. I explained to my cousin that I was going to hide them so it won’t happen again. When she agreed, I left with the basket and came back to inform her that I hide them in the cemetery, since nobody goes there. She thanked me and immediately started popping babies.

I rushed to dispose of the bodies, it didn’t paint a great image of us or our town. She thanked me again.

Aware that my time was running out, I went to make a few rabbit carrot pies, it’s a little tradition of mine (or OCD, you choose) that I try to hold on to on each of my long lives.

When I finished, I was really old, but glad I lived a pretty full life. I came back to my my cousin Caroll and told her to give my stuff to her kids when I die. She was grateful. Then I just stood there, listening her tell her kids what happened here. She spoke to me too, and when I began to respond I died of old age.

The screen turned black and I came back to myself. I immediately bursted out of laughter, this life surely had been to most fun, eventful and RP rich of all mines!

And I hope you enjoyed this story, and for Greta or my mom to find it!