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It's a nice little town. I was Maddalena Laughter your great aunt. I spent most of my days doing random little tid bits around the city as I was streaming the game to one of my friends to show it off. I ended up finding out that our family cow was/is bugged out and wrote a little guide for the future generations knew how to tend to Bessie without causing themselves any loss.

My last words were related to my weird grandmother who gave me all her clothing as long as I promised to bury her with her owo note on top of her grave. Was a good little life even if I didn't get anything too special done.

No idea what triggers it but all kinds of different objects can speak. We had a bowl in one village that said :KNIFE

It really was a nice little life.

Laaibah was born alone and afraid in a quiet almost familiar village. His mother had had been rather busy at the time of his birth and didn't notice the little boy who scurried over to a warm patch by the berry farm. His cries were heard by one of the men from the village who fed the boy and scooped him and returned him to his loving mother. Laaibah admired his Uncle Jim, the man who had saved the young boys life when no one else seemed to notice the little boy crying for food and attention.

Once returned to his mother Laaibah would get his name "You are L." What a silly name for a little boy the child thought. As he grew older he would expand his name from just a single letter to his chosen name of Laaibah. Laaibah loved nature as a child often exploring the various areas around his home for any sort of little treasures a boy his age could carry. On one such adventure he found a skeleton bearing an old wool cap, a pair of snakeskin boots, and a few other goodies to boot. Laaibah prized these possessions and wanted to show his Uncle Jim all the things he found out exploring in the world.

On his trip home the boy came across his older sister blankly staring out into the field when an all too familiar sound was heard. Laaibah would finally get a chance to do as his Uncle Jim had for him as a child. Laaibah promised not to leave this little girl alone in the wilderness and stayed by her side feeding both her mother and the girl whenever they were hungry. As if sensing his nephew needed help once more Jim appeared from the village center to carry the small girl away from the less than hospitable wilderness.

As the boy became a young man he soon found a passion for making paper. He got to enjoy the thrill of the wilds while always coming home to see the smiling faces of his loved ones. One day while Laaibah was working a younger girl had come to ask if she could help him out with his work. Laaibah could sense he knew this girl from somewhere but couldn't figure out where the two had met before. Sam II and Laaibah worked in perfect harmony making plenty of paper for anyone and everyone who could ever want some.

Returning home one day after one of his many trips the man was greeted by Sam with a basket of two roses and a single note tucked in the back. Laaibah reached down into the basket and as he picked up that piece of paper he read out the very words that would change his life. "Will you marry me?" With great joy in his heart he accepted Sam's love and soon the two had a small family together.

With each Child Laaibah would pass on one of his many possessions to his ever growing family. His wool cap was passed to his daughter Violet, now dyed blue in celebration of his first daughter with his wife Sam II. He would distribute the rest of his things to his various children as now Laaibah had learned that the little knick-knacks he had collected in his youth were just mere objects to be enjoyed. The real treasure was his wife and their beautiful children.

Laaibah would do many deeds in his life from stopping a crazed man and keeping bears from destroying their little home but time was not kind to Laaibah. Each and every day Laaibah would grow weaker his walk turning to a slow gait as he fought on to cherish every moment with his family. Sam II seeing Laaibah in such a miserable condition tried to cheer the old man up. "Let's make paper just one more time for old times sake." Sam II would fetch the shavings while Laaibah would prepare the fire for the two. The elderly man turned his back for just a moment and turned back in shock to what he had seen.

A young boy no older than ten had dumped logs onto he had prepared for the two to make one last sheet of paper. His heart had sunk into his chest as he realized his body no longer had the strength to start another fire for the two to relive their youth together. As Sam II had returned to the now roaring fire Laaibah felt his eyes grow heavy. He heard the whispers of his mother beckoning him home as he tried his best to say his goodbye. "My time comes. I love you." and with that his eyes shut for the final time.

Once you post enough times you'll be able to link just anyone else. I wasn't a part of your family but here is your family link so others can see.

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=933774

All keys get set to the ? Key whenever the server is reset. Same goes for every single lock. The only way to produce these keys is to leave a key laying around until the server is eventually restarted.

They only seem to act as skeleton keys because all the locks are defaulted to ? as well. ? keys do not work on any other lock besides ? so should your ? key not be opening a door/chest you know the lock is fresh.

Should you have more locks than ? keys you can always make duplicates by either making more locks and keys (less effective) or just making duplicate keys by using a steel blade blank on your ? key and filing it like you would a key+lock blank.

The thing is currently the limit is based off character limits. The only people who can get the maximum use out of paper are elders who could recite town rules off a piece of paper.

Obviously there has to be some sort of limit on the thing otherwise we'd have three year olds spamming giant bubbles of prewritten text.

I think Jason should keep the writing limit as is: Old people generally set the rules and as such should be able to write the most on a piece a paper. However, I think at some point in the late teens or early adult life people should be able to state the whole piece of paper. This way you don't get these weird situations where something important is left off.

Ex: Kill all black (bubble babies)

I mean duh you should just write cursed but I could see something like that actually happening.

Reading paper seems to be fixed, HOWEVER putting it in your backpack will still crash the client. (Possibly just wasn't updated again yet. Will attempt again in a sec.)

Was in the middle of writing out WGW and didn't want a masterpiece to be lost while I worked.

Anytime cities are/were close or multiple families lived together there has been violence. You are likely never going to see a war on the sort of numbers we had back in the day due to lineage ban I can remember a war between multiple cities lasting multiple hours. People were literally just having kids to send them between villages to stab each other. Though I think that's the only time I've seen myself have a thirteenth cousin in game.

I mean we still have people who build near soil and bring water back home instead of vice versa. Being naked in any biome besides desert burns food at a double rate. If memory recalls its about five seconds per pip (square) in green/black/yellow/blue, ten seconds per all desert surrounding, and about twenty two seconds on a perfect tile.

I would assume people who build in green are mostly thinking short term and attempting to build near where they get their original food. Ideally, you  want to build all your farm land within desert tiles and things people aren't going to stand around outside you desert tiles.

Things that belong in the desert: Farms, Bakeries, Forges, Sheep pens, Naked people.

Things that do not belong on desert tiles: Buildings, Baby Fires, Dressed people, Graveyards, Flooring (besides roads.)

Not every life is going to be a productive life but you have to understand everything you're enjoying in game is built off of someone else's hard work. People get annoyed when they see you just standing there doing nothing for long periods of time. If you go full sponge mode people very much have a right to be angry that they're working to make things better for everyone and you're just crunching bones and eating berries for sixty minutes.

I get it. I've had lives where I've done the same exact thing and when murdered I wasn't the least bit mad about it. You don't have to be a work horse every single moment you play the game but understand that people don't want you wasting their time. I spent an hour and a half of my time collecting rabbits (Was born a Greathouse then born to Turnip) and I can't even tell you how frustrated I was to see people make themselves full sets of fur clothing while living in a desert.

The people who scooped up the furs did NOTHING their whole lives. We didn't expand our food sources, we didn't expand the road. But hey, I'm sure those people deserved to sit around with all the furs on while children starved out because they couldn't take the time to do anything.

The point is it's a game about coming together and working together. No one wants to work hard all the time but please don't do jack all.

Also, the reason we don't have railing systems is that they're just big dumb toys with almost zero real value for their cost. No sane person is going to spend two iron mines to make a track that a human with a cart can out perform and won't get griefed by some random dude with a shovel.

TL;DR Have fun but don't be a giant sponge.

I removed both of the doors being blocked by uncle graves so both of those rooms are usable again. Also left a - key in both cities so any of the chests/doors can be opened (Except the goose house and the southern left hand building as they have fresh locks by someone else.)

I also have two spare - keys hidden and an B + C key waiting to be turned to - keys. Things are looking up as long as people take care of the city.