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So this is a thread where you confess your sins. Tell us of your crimes and all will be forgiven, my child.

I was born in Fencetown in 2HOL. I was tending the sheep my whole life and doing pretty well at it, made a few sweaters, hats, and booties. But I accidentally killed the wrong sheep and the only ones left had been shorn. Lambs had died and I murdered the wrong sheep.. I’m sorry

Yesterday, I was born into a little city with a glitchy bear just hanging around. I was born to that same village earlier as a boy and my aunt kept grabbing me and trying to feed me to the bear (“let’s kiss the bear”) but I kept jumping out of her arms until I was too old to be held. Told my mom she was trying to kill me but she didn’t care lol. I tried to set it loose to kill my aunt who fed my baby sister to the bear but it wouldn’t budge so I just walked into it and killed myself.

Not long after, I spawned there again, but as a girl. My mother died immediately after giving birth to me and my life was miraculously saved by being born in the right place at the right time. My Great Great uncle was working on the farm when he saw me and heard my cries, immediately started to feed me carrots, explaining that I was the only girl left and I needed to repopulate. He pleaded for me to stay alive. It took him his whole life to get the compost and fix the farm after that army of children did nothing but eat everything. It sounded like he had lived a very hard life and was exhausted.

He turned elderly just a few minutes after my birth, and the carrot harvest was finally ready as soon as I was able to grab. He died not long afterwards, but not before he gave me my mother’s knife and told me I was their last hope.

There were two other men in the camp, maybe my uncles. They made pies and brought it to me as I worked on the farm and raised my children. I asked how many I should keep when the time came, and I was told to raise them all because we needed people. Better chances to keep the city alive, I think. Some of my kids were noobs, some were pro. I always give backpacks to the pro children because I’ve noticed that the noobs often run off with their clothing and starve somewhere away from camp. Which may or may not be a mistake, since those “pros” could easily be a griefer in disguise.

I had so many children, I was even able to breastfeed some of my grandchildren. Dove, Blossom, Robin, Kai, Bear, and Petal. Also a son named Ash who instantly suicided. I had spent the most time around Blossom at the farm and she was always hard working so I decided to trust her with my knife to protect the village. Just seconds before I died, I noticed that Dove had made her own knife and carried it in her pack... hopefully for the greater good and not malicious purposes.

Thank you, Great Great uncle. I hope I did you proud. You saved my life and I tried to save your town. I hope it continues to thrive!

I remember a sign that said “Luvui”.. not sure if that’s the name of the town or someone just stuck random letters on there. Anyways, my name was Katty, and you were all murdered by my own nameless son.

Robin, my favorite son, you tried your best to get the bastard, but I think he murdered you too. I believe my daughter, Petal was also murdered. It’s all my fault and I apologize for that.

There was a woman, Mariyoh or something like that. She killed a boy because she said he planted milkweed in the carrot farm. This was just the beginning. Robin took her arrow and hid it in his backpack in case she tried to go on a killing spree. I was questioning her about it when she ran to the farm and starved to death. I found a steel file in her pack and thought “she was the griefer”. Why else would she have the file in her pack?

I made the mistake of setting it on the ground... I noticed that I had another son, and he was nameless, because I had intended to abandon some of my babies as there wasn’t enough food to have too many. He was working at the forge when I noticed he was making steel of some sort. My gut instincts told me that something was wrong, that I should take that piece of metal he just made. I hovered over the steel and it said “steel hoe blade” so I thought I was just paranoid and left it alone.

Soon afterwards, I noticed that he had a knife in his pack. Instantly on red alert. I told everyone around me what he looked like, that he had no name, and there was a mad scramble to make weapons as he began his slaughter on our people.

Unfortunately as I grew older, my stomach grew smaller. He picked all of the seeds, ate all of the berries, all the cactus fruit, no pies left. I brought him into this world and it felt only right for me to take him out of it.  I chased him with a bow in my old age as my family was slaughtered around me one by one, but I was unable to avenge my children before I starved. Hopefully he starved himself out and some of my grand children were able to survive.

Always trust your gut instincts. Always beware of the unnamed. It makes it easier for them to get away with crimes like these. If I had just kept that file in my pack or taken that blade, you might all still be alive. I blame myself.

I should have expected it because I’ve been murderered countless times for no reason but I guess I was too trusting in that life. I was born a boy this time. As soon as I was old enough to grab, I took a carrot and ran off to snare a bunch of rabbits. I made myself a backpack and pants and then set to work making packs and clothes for the rest of my growing family. I probably made three packs and some pants for them before realizing we were running low on food.

I ran off with my pack to gather some food and bring it back to last us until the carrot harvest was ready. On my way, I found a murder grave close to camp. I was instantly on high alert and looked for stashed weapons so I could keep it in my pack and out of the murderer’s hands if he chose to strike again. I ran back to camp and alerted everyone of a murder to the east. One man said he would get his bow and try to find the killer and I thought “how nice of him”. !!!!

He kept standing by the murder grave and going “hmmmmm blood stains” and I made the mistake of standing next to him with his loaded bow. Just after I asked him “who do you think did it?”, he shot me and said “you”. It obviously wasn’t me, but I guess I can’t expect other people to know that. Maybe he was the killer or maybe he really thought I did it because I was the first to alert everyone. My pack was empty. I contributed a lot to the village. I told him it wasn’t me as I died; maybe if he wasn’t the killer, he believed me and felt remorse for murdering an innocent man. And then maybe he was able to find the real killer and protect the village.

But my gut instincts lead me to believe I was heckin bamboozled. Well played...

I was Alice, a simple peasant woman born to a mother with no clothes. The town was the hugest I’d ever seen, and you tried your best to convince mothers to abort their children. I was able to scavenge some clothing from the corpses of my fallen ancestors before setting to work on the farm at your heed. You were a blonde, curly young man, and I was a dark skinned woman with long raven hair. You asked if I would like to be your queen and of course, how could I refuse my king? You were a bit of a tyrant, but I had my eye set on the crown. You had redeeming qualities too, though. I told you that I had been in love with you ever since that woman called you the queen and you told her you were a man. I asked you to prove it and you quickly removed your loin cloth to show me your nethers. Needless to say, I was hooked from then on. You dubbed it Chinatown because of how many people we had and how fast it kept growing.

We soon had children after our marriage. We consummated our love and immediately after, our son, Prince popped from my body. I was able to find him some clothing from random corpses but when I brought him back to you, you said that he looked too poor. There was a man with a wolf hat behind us and you ordered him to remove it and give it to our son. He complied and our son was fitted with the hat and a nice mouflon hide. I believe we had a princess that I named either Constance or June (we might have had two girls) and I think we had another son, named either Bear or Noah. There was also an instance where I removed my sealskin jacket to show you my tiddies and the woman behind me stole it, but you ordered her to return it to me and she complied. Power is sexy. I was very grateful.

There was an assasination attempt on you and you ran around the village to avoid the man with the bow and arrow while another man with a bow guarded you with his life. You were so impressed that you tried to give him your crown but he wouldn’t take it from you.

You died of old age not long before a carrot famine hit the village. I had made numerous trips to the desert to bring back as much cactus fruit as I could but there simply wasn’t enough to fill every mouth. I saw my poor daughter get eaten by a bear right in camp while trying to run for her life. I had planned to pass the crown on to her. Next in line was Prince, but I was unable to find him anywhere. When you died, I immediately scavenged your corpse to grab the crown before the people around me were able to get to it. I placed it on my head and proudly walked around the village, just a bit melancholy. I told everyone you had died and your guard ran behind me yelling “Long live the Queen!” It did not last as long as I would have liked. The famine was approaching and I knew I had to die to save food for the rest of my kin. I was getting old, hair full of gray, and I wasn’t able to make cactus fruit trips anymore. I was now a burden on our society.

I desperately ran around the camp looking for one of our children to pass the crown to before I succumbed to starvation, but I presume that all of our children had died. I found the youngest living relative of mine by the fire, a cute little brown baby girl that was my cousin to some degree. I placed the crown on her head, gave her all of my clothes, wished her good luck and told her to be a good queen. She was very grateful and thanked me many times. I’m not sure if she had a name, but I hope she was a good queen. I then promptly ran to the graveyard to die when I came face to face with another old woman waiting there. I told her that I came here to die. She said “same lol”. And that was the end of Queen Alice. It was a beautiful life.