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I know I know, this conversation is an old hat but I would like to remind people and inform the new players that clothing children is not okay if there are ten adults running naked !

Your child might be cute and adorable with the over-sized apron and blue hat, wearing that huge backpack, but honestly, the guy who worked fifteen year at the pen could use it more.

If you are about to die, don't clothe the newborn who can only type one letter at a time or the kid that just stands there and is eating all the berries, never moving a finger. Give your stuff to the smith who might need a backpack for iron gathering or the guy that worked non stop since he was three. Reward them, because they are the reason your town is still running.

And don't EVER give a kid a backpack full of arrows and knifes! Especially knifes ! They can't grab them out of the backpack until they are eight I believe and you won't know if they will have good or bad intentions with that knife. If you have multiple of them in your possession, distribute them to the people you trust or those who are contributing to society. Or hide some.

Like I said before, clothing children is a slap in the face for all those naked hard working people out there.

I spawned in the middle of nowhere but after looking around a bit, I knew exactly where I was. Not far west from the Four Bell Tower City flourishes a small town, my favorite town. I spend hours planting those berries and building the pen and the bakery. Every time I was lucky enough to come back, I had to fix the destruction left by careless players.

There were never a lot of people living there, most of them went back to the main city and stayed there. But it seems that people started to enjoy the little town, at the edge of the jungle.

I spend my Eve life there but sadly the family name died with my only daughter killed by Maddy Westgate. While making bread and cleaning up, I noticed a young man helping around. His name was Samson Westgate.

He asked for my knife since he wanted to stay in the kitchen and continue to bake. He seemed like an honest and nice lad, so I gave him my knife and asked him to take care of Berta and Herbert. He was confused and surprised when I told him that Berta was our cow.

"We have a cow ?" he asked surprised. So I led him to Berta's little pen, just next to the sheep pen.

"How should I take care ? Does she need a new berry bush ?"

"Nah, just come by some times and say hi. She loves that."

He told me that he would do that and I had to smile. I was certain that as soon as I died, he would continue to make pies and bread and completely forget about Berta. After all, it's just a game .

I said my good byes to Samson and started my new life. I was thrilled to see that I was born to the main city as Ike Westgate and rushed back to the other town as soon as I got hair.

Samson was working diligent in the kitchen, baking those pies and bread, while teaching the art of baking to a new player. I went to him, saying "I'm / back" but he seemed too occupied to notice my little white bubble. So I started to work, letting him teach his apprentice in peace.

After some time, Samson got old. Very old. While working at the berry farm, I noticed him saying to his student to follow him. They stopped in front of Berta's pen and he said this :

"This is Berta. Say hi to her from time to time"

I awed in front of my laptop and was so touched. For some time now I saw lots of murder and dispute in my recent lifes and seeing how one player actually cared about the name of the cow and the little story I told him, really really moved me and made me forget everything else.

Thank you Samson ! That was so sweet ♥

If you ever happen to be born to this town, say Hi to Berta

I've been playing for a while now and have met all sorts of people.

Roleplayer, Hard working Player, Pros, Sponges, Griefers, Idiots, .... you name it. But recently I've met a new kind or player you can find in this game.

Those who think that they own everything they make or gather.

Now don't get me wrong, if you made a BP for yourself, then yes, that is yours until your death. The people I'm talking about are those who gather materials and don't want to share it with others because THEY gathered or made it, so it belongs to THEM and if you want that kind of materials or stuff, you'd have to gather or make it yourself.

I just had that kind of person in one of my life again. I spend years gathering iron for the town, since we were out of and we were missing some tools. Once I've gathered enough, me and an old man fired up the forge and started to turn the iron into ingots and so on.

Then I used some kindling lying near the forge and just as I wanted to fire it up, some guy came and took it out. I told him to put it back, already pissed that there were many people standing at the forge, blocking some tiles. He didn't wanted to give it back. Why ? Because he gathered it. It was his. He told me to gather some myself if I wanted kindling.

I don't know what he did with that or why he needed that. He was running around the forge the whole time and I was very close shooting him, especially after he "accidentally" stabbed me. He might have but it seemed too fishy to be an accident.
It seems that I find those kind of players a lot lately. THEY gathered it, THEY made it, so it belongs to THEM. Last time it was a basket. Someone got angry because one lady dared to use HIS basket to get soil from the compost.

In my opinion, there is no such thing as MINE (BP, clothes and knifes are another thing) in a town. Everything can be used by everyone. The iron that a boy gathered doesn't belong to him. The stew that granny made, doesn't belong to her only. The wood that some person cut doesn't belong to only him/her. If you don't want someone taking your kindling, then DON'T PUT IT NEXT TO THE FORGE OR BAKERY.

Or players who just take stuff from someone without asking.
You need that cart next to you to put all the wood in it for the fire ? Too bad, this player needs it more for his own stuff/plans. Someone is making compost and the shovel is next to the poop so they can add it later ? Just grab it without asking so he can bury those thousands of bones.

Is it too hard to ask ?

I just find it so fascinating and shocking at the same time. Or it's just me who can't understand why people do that sort of thing ^^