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I still consider myself new to this game.  I can share my experience, though I've done enough whining on this forum I imagine you might already know it.

I found OHOL by watching an old playlist of a youtuber that I had just found.  I like to go through backlogs when I find youtubers I like, and this one had a playlist for "one-offs".. that is.. games he played once and then never again.   In his OHOL video, he was born to a small village, and was taught how to tend the berry farm.  He did that for about 20 minutes all the while eating the berries he was tending.  In the end he got bored and went exploring, and starved on the road.  His end of video sum-up was "this was fun, but hard.. i imagine if I had more time to learn id have more fun".   In the end, he never came back to it.   I however thought it was a cute game, and went on to look for more youtube videos of it, and inevitably found Twisted.

I didn't have money to buy the game at the time, so it sat on my steam wishlist while I went on a marathon binge watch of Twisted's entire OHOL collection.  My trouble here is though that i started from the beginning.. and the more videos i watched, the more I wanted to play.  I knew a lot of the basic recipes thanks to just watching so I figure I already had a head start on your average noob.

By time i finally bought the game, and logged in though.. it was much different.  I figured I would do the berry thing as a baby, then make some pies since thats all I really knew i could do comfortably from watching twisted play.   Our village didn't have a wheat farm, so i decided id go do that... i grew some wheat and was going to make some pies.. some berry, some carrot, some rabbit... cause watching twisted taught me to make variety for yum chains.  Before i had a chance to though, i had an old man come in and yell at me for making crappy pies, and telling me to make mutton.  I told him i'm making them for yumyums (probably not the best wording, i admit), but he continued to yell and run away with my bowl so i couldn't make more.  So i thought.. well... ok.. maybe I'm wrong about the pies?  and went back to being a noob berry tender before i got bored and eventually let myself starve.    If this had been my sole experience, I may never have returned, but alas.. i am stubborn.  I hate giving up on a game before i get semi proficient at it.  I did however take a break and make my way through more of Twisted's playlist.   

I finally got the drive to try again, and was born as a baby boy into a small village.  No one fed me, because they wanted girls and kept telling me to type slash die.  This put a sour taste in my mouth, as I had been in the mood to try again, and that chance was taken from me.  I starved, and was born again, this time to a ginger town with a dry well.  I couldn't tend the berries because there was no water, and since i couldnt say more than a few letters i had trouble asking how to get water.  I tried to ask which direction, they just kept replying "need rubber" and i didnt know why on earth i needed rubber and figured they were talking to someone else.  After a while (i probably annoyed the hell out of my mom asking) I finally realized she actually meant we needed rubber to upgrade the well.  I asked here where i can go to get it, and she replied "need brown people".   I was confused and thought maybe she was trying to rp a racist or something so i just stopped talking to her and left.  I took a bowl in my backpack and a bucket in my hands and set out to look for ponds to get some water.  I pretty much spent my entire life doing this, and it was not very fun.  I was already grumpy from being abandoned as a boy, only to have that experience my next life.. i felt like I wanted to play a game that just didn't want me playing it.

Again, I took a few days off the game to watch some more twisted videos.

Now in his list I was not yet at the language barriers/racial restrictions/tool slots, so the next time i played and ran into them... well.. needless to say I was not pleased.  This time I got born to a wandering lady who had a daughter.  Again, she didn't want me because I was a boy... fuck her.  It was like my last playthrough all over again.  I was going to chase after them as long as I could.    Eventually my big sister took pity and fed me from a wild berry bush.  My sister fed me the entire time as my mom refused to pick me up.

We stumbled onto an abandoned town that still had some water, but looked as though it had been hit by griefers, since many of the plots that should have been berries were now trees, and there were corpses all over the center of town.  We decided to stay and revive it.  I revitalized the berry farm, chopped the griefer trees, built a fire for my sister's kids... i finally felt useful for once.  There was very little food in the town, so I made some pies to help keep us all alive.  We were all naked, and there was a sheep pen, so.. i fed some sheep and went to sheer some wool to make some clothes for the girls.. only, i couldn't.  Apparently because I knew how to make pies, fire, and berry bushes, my brain was too full to figure out how to work scissors.  My first run in with the tool slot cap.   

By this time, my mom was dead and my sister was pinned in the kitchen with a litter of children.. I was essentially the only worker in the town.  I had capped my tool slots reviving the town, and now could do nothing but sit around and watch the babies grow up so they could do the rest for me.  That feeling of finally being useful, immediately turned into being useless again.  I spent the rest of that life just making pies, since I literally couldn't do anything else.

After that, I found 2HOL, and spent a lot of time there.  I grabbed the awbz server and put up my own single player version there, tuned some things like decay to be a more solo player friendly game.  I spent weeks hopping between the two, mostly just playing my single player server though.    After about a month I once again decided to attempt official. 

I was born yet again into a ginger town with a dry well.  This time, however, I knew what i needed to save it.  So as soon as i was old enough to walk, i filled a bowl with berries and hit the road.  I was already beyond baby age when i finally found the town.  Thanks to the language barrier, i couldnt tell them what i needed.   I had a bowl of sulfur that I had looted from a dead town on the way, and kept picking it up and dropping it trying to get someones attention.  By time someone finally figured out that i was there to beg for rubber, I was already grey.  He ran up to me and handed me a pair of tires, and did a /love at me.  I /loved back and immediately started booking it home.  It had taken me so long to get there though, that I didn't make it.  I died of old age on the way.  That was the last time I played official.

I spend the rest of my time playing my private server usually alone, sometimes with friends.. and when i get lonely i jump onto 2HOL.  I lurk these forums in hopes that Jason will undo the racial and tool restrictions.. but as for now, I don't forsee myself ever playing official again until the restrictions are removed.   I feel like I already gave it more chances than it deserved, and that every time I log in hoping for something better to happen I just end up wasting my time.

So there's the life story of just one OHOL noob.

Or maybe it's because we're all playing on private servers

Latest string of twisted videos can add another category of person to this list:  shopkeepers.  A new species of berry munchers who hoard village resources and roleplay their entire lives contributing nothing the whole time.

I get the need for roleplay here and there, but seriously.. can you do it without hoarding supplies?  Just sell flowers or something.  Thanks.

Invert the gene score tool capacities.  Let noobs have 15 slots, give vets the default 6.  Let vets struggle with trying to revive/build towns with the same restrictions that chase all the noobs out of the game.

Bah who am i kidding, just get rid of the damn tool slots.

Don't punish babies for their parent's mistakes

I don't know how to word what I want to say here.  I'm not elegant with the english language but let me try. 

Of this list, only the top 2 are worth making.  Humans in real life made cars and planes and radios out of necessity, and they continue to be a critical part of life today.  In this game they are made purely to combat boredom.  I don't know how to fix this, or how to make them important enough to warrant the time investment.  How can we translate necessity of real life into necessity in game? Honest answer:  I don't think we can.  I don't think we should even try.. because imagine how annoying this game would be if we actually DID need these things?  I mean... we are already complaining about how unforgiving the NEED for newcomen well is...

Might be unpopular opinion here, but I think clamoring for spaceships and alien invaders a la original trailer is not what we should be doing.  We should be asking for more accessible content that serves feasible purpose.  More mid-tier tech that can be incorporated into every day play.  We don't need more fancy new toys that are simply not worth the resource/time investment to make after the inital curiosity. 

I would second the idea someone put forward earlier... better ovens, better kilns... upgrades to our existing equipment that will keep us occupied for entire lifetimes at a time making them, without the feeling of guilt that we just doomed our entire town by doing so.

I like bug fixes, but I won't be satisfied until racial specializations die in a fire.  (At least in their current state)

Babies humping loot on ground dont bother me.  Babies harrassing old people do.

I was playing on 2hol the other week, and I was actually born to a noob eve who had started a little town.. i thought it would be fun to help her out, so i set up a blacksmithing area.  Meanwhile one of my siblings , despite us not having a well and little more than a berry patch for substance, decided to start building walls.  I figured.. whatever, let him do what he wants, its not interfering with me.  Until the second i got the forges all set up and ready to make ingots... he raced over, filled my crucible bowls with limestone and decided to hijack the blacksmith to plaster his already unnecessary walls. 

Hard workers may be rude sometimes, but generally its because the chode that wasted time and materials getting in the way deserved it.

How did this thread go from a troll whining about mods to an argument about whether or not ohol is dying?  This is why we can't have nice things, guys.

If the necroing stops, so do the threads complaining about it.  Shouldn't be so complicated, but alas.

It all comes down to racial specialization being a bad call.  We can only hope that Jason removes it, but for now if you don't want to play a private server, you could set your login to one of the official low population servers since the restrictions for tools and races don't activate until a server reaches 15 players.   

Strange though that all your brown babies would /die though.  I find it better to /die until I become a brown person just because that's the only way your well can last an entire lifetime.