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My name was Cartez Mary- son of Mary Mary III. . While I had been working alongside my family, I was suddenly seized by thoughts of our impending death looming ominously overhead. Even at the age of five the thought of death terrified me as I saw it happen at a young age- a small beagle pup had  starved to death before my eyes when I was but an infant. It was my first taste of death but it would not be the last- my mother soon after joined the grave as well. Me and my sister, Clea worked hard with Clea riding out into the fields to gather eggs while I cooked omelots. All this time mindlessly working gave me plenty of time to contemplate my life and its purpose and I found myself filled with existential dread. Death was one of those that was inevitable. I would die just as that beagle pup and my mother and other before me have. And yet... I didn't want to be forgotten. I had heard of something called 'writing' and 'paper' and decided that maybe this would give me the clarity and peace of mind I craved so desperately. I was only 16.
I had no mother to speak to and my grandmother, Eve Mary, was a busy woman. So I sought out assistance else where and found my uncle, Amerie Mary. He was hard at work at the ovens baking pies for the family I asked "Uncle, do you know how to make paper?" he paused in his work to begin to explain the complicated art of paper making. I asked him many questions and he patiently taught me in between the rounds of baking - baking that I assisted him in. I learned that making paper without a knife would be impossible so I was about to give up when grandma Eve, who had watched me work hard besides my uncle, gave me her knife as a sign of trust and honor. I thanked her and promised to use it well. I helped cut up bread before continuing with my side project. I made the wet wood mush and was about to boil it when some younger folks had covered the hot embers with a rock to make omelets. I wasn't angry of course, they were just kids and they must have watched me do it while they were infants and decided to take up the work when I switched over to baking pies and bread. So I got back to working alongside my uncle creating flour and forming pie crust and bread dough. There was butter there as well and I got to taste buttered bread for the first time. It was heavenly. I became so wrapped up in my work with Amerie that the thoughts of impending doom and death that had plagued me for so long had left me at peace. I was happy.
Then I saw that both me and my uncle were getting old. I wasn't afraid though. But I was anxious that no-one would remember us after we died- that all we did was for nothing. I found the wet wood mush and finally got to making that paper. "You finally got your paper" My uncle said proudly as I began to contemplate what to write with my charcoal pencil.

"Amerie and Cartez were the best" I wrote down before setting it down in a nearby basket
"Awwwwwww" responded my uncle as all in the village took turns reading it.

When the time came for my uncle to die, we said our goodbyes and I buried him beneath an oaktree with a gravestone and pink rose. And after years of baking my pies on my own, when my time finally came, I laid down beside him as well after passing on my knife to a member of the pharo clan named Doha. He was a nice boy and had helped me fetch flour years before.

Just want you to know Amerie that you were the best and I loved playing with you. I also want to give a shoutout to members of the Mary and Pharo clan who had played with me and made it such a good run. There were a few who didn't have lastnames there as well and just know that you were appreciated too even if you didn't have a family name

I have a lot of fun in this game playing a variety of roles like baker and trapper (those two are my favorite roles) and while those roles are fun I do wish that I knew how to do other more complex stuff.
Things to learn:
COMPOST
It is really important to learn how to create compost as you advance through the tech tree as soil depletes faster than people like to think. Yet, if compost isn't already being made by the time I am born into the village or there aren't people out looking and gathering the resources to make it it seems that no matter what I do the farms die before I have the ability to do anything cause I'm making a crap ton of omelets to keep everyone alive until we can get the farms back running. I've never have made compost before and while I have looked at the wiki its one thing to read about it and another to do it. Poop is hard to get. Speaking of poop...
ANIMAL HUSBANDRY
I know absolute dick-all regarding animals. I know that to get a cow calf you need to get it from the tamed buffalo thing but idk how to tame that. Idk how to get sheep from the wilderness and keep them from dying. Sheering? I think I did that once in a dream. You want me to stab a sheep? uhhh ok. Did that and now there are dogs everywhere. Help.
COMBAT
There are griefers in every server ever and it seems like whenever there is one and I have a knife I always get killed because I don't know how to stab them. Not because of any moral qualms but because I keep clicking the left and right mouse button to stab them and it won't do it??? Same with bow and arrow, don't know how to use it. Wish I knew how so fuckin Hope IV or Bob IDGAF didn't fuck our entire village even after I gave my knife to a competent hunter who gets stabbed while trying to figure out what happened. Sorry, still a little salty- griefers will hopefully quiet down after donkey town.
SMITHY
Being a smith seems really cool, if a really hard job. I tried to figure out smithing during the tutorial but I accidentally used the only two saplings needed to skewer rabbit to make knitting needles trying to create tongs and after spending twenty minutes running around all the way back to the beginning of the tutorial and found not a single sapling to be used- I decided smithing wasn't for me. Smithing just seems rather complex and one of those things that are really difficult to to teach on a time limit with limited speech bubbles. It would be really cool to learn at some point though.
EVE RUNNING
I knoooooow that there are forty different tutorials out there on how to do eve runs but theory is a lot different from practice. I run around feeling pressured by the invisible but very real threat of death over my head trying to find a good spot and the the babies start pouring out and I feel bad for abandoning them so I try to keep ONE alive which turns out to be a real problem when trying to make the damned bowdrill cause babies are slow AF and you cant leave em anywhere for five seconds cause its cold and they starve quick with only four food bars and just klajsdsljkfhgekjthkjernhnkgbjk AAAAAND my baby is dead. A little while later, things aren't so bad. I have a kiln and a fire going and look! We have bowls and plates, life is good.
But... I still don't have a stable source of food going via farm and even if  I manage to get seeds and create a hoe between doing everything else needed to be done to set up camp by the time the food grows its often too little, too late. I still try during all my eve runs yet not a single one has worked out due to the above mentioned reasons or I accidentally choose a shitty spot (how could I be so dumb to forget to check if the area had goose ponds??? for christ's sake). I think my main problem is that I'm too slow to get the stuff done that needs to be done and so I use up all the naturally growing food while trying to raise my kid.

Now that all thats over with. Theres always been something that I wanted to have happen but I don't think has happened.
LIBRARIANS:
We can write now people! I think it would be cool to have a spot filled with papers about people's name and their stories. Maybe stories about a massacre that took place or how a monarchy cult was taken down? Or maybe keep record of a union be it a marriage or a partnership between two people. Maybe even adoption papers would be cool. It would be a grandma writing down advice to her great-grandkids that she will never see or a nomadic eve writing a note to her child that she left with the village. A set of rules written down like- dont feed the dogs or leave mutton laying around. There is endless potential for writing and it seems like its only used for curses or for various forms of trolling or writing down useless bits of info like 'beef beef beef beef beef.' I wish paper were easier to make and that I could spend some time at one point writing down either my story or the stories of others, especially as an elder whose death draws near. There are many stories I wanted to tell to others about the history of a village but couldn't because people were too busy to listen. I feel that writing stuff down is the key to villages having a culture, which is the base of civilization and something I feel is lacking in OHOL at the moment. Maybe there could be a way to bind papers together to create books to help with storing paper. A book of laws could be made and that would be cool. A history book could be made too! Heck, someone could write a love book to their dog Fido, if thats what they want. Art is art afterall and the creation of art is what enriches a culture.