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Cool story! Sounds like you kept the town alive so you definitely did something productive. I too like to come up with stories about afk players that roleplay explains why they aren't moving.
-Beans! One of the most common trash items I see. Beans are often accidentally picked and then immediately dropped causing ground clutter. Berries are often accidentally picked too but that’s ok because if you drop a berry someone will eat it. But beans require lots of processing and therefore in many towns beans become ground clutter. (Possible solution: all vegetables can be used to make compost)
It is possible to curse someone long after you and they are dead?
I was a little girl. My mom and aunt found an old city and were going to rebuild. We just started when an old man from another family came in on a horse and killed our mom and her sister. Me and the other little girl ran away and hid. We were just children doing nothing. Old man by himself spent then next few minutes hunting us down. He ran the bell hoping we'd go to it. I then heard my young sister's murder so I ran the other way.
I found several bows and a sword but I was too young to pick them up. Soon the old man (now in his 50s) found me and ran me down. He stabbed me with his warsword. I asked "why" though he probably didn't understand me and just repeated "why" and ran off on his horse. No gain to him other than the enjoyment of hunting two young girls. He died soon after of old age.
But I was too young to curse him: Laaibah Feuer. When I grow up in another life can I curse him then?
"You should wacth WBSteve's ohol videos" I met him in game. He said something like "I want to penetrate him" to my in-game young son. Yeah his videos are funny but I don't want to support someone like that.
I should add that he was pretty much annoying the city that whole lifetime. I think he was trying to get video material but he was basically a low key griefer.
"To all those thinking I'm griefing in a bad way, what I actually do is I attack people outside of my family"
Griefing is when you intentionally annoy another person. You are going out of your way to make someone else miserable. Why would it matter if that the other person isn't your family? Because that non-family member is still a HUMAN PERSON behind the screen. Killing that person is ruining their hour of gameplay. You are stealing their real life time for your enjoyment. Yes that is griefing.
IMO all killing is griefing except when you are stopping a griefer.
I role play quite a lot in this game and I like the list. But I'll add to it:
4. Remember that real children play this game and behave accordingly.
5. Don't be racist. I've found a swastika built out of floor boards in one city.
6. Learn how to be angry. I've heard "ni**er" "c*nt" and bi*ch" in this game more than any I've ever played. Rather than say hurtful things to other humans, go for a walk, watch some tv, do something else that isn't hurting others no matter how justified you think you are.
A griefer is someone who deliberately irritates other players. It doesn't matter if you're role playing or not, if other people are irritated by your actions then you are a griefer. Now if this kid wanted to be in there with you then np but if they didn't then you are griefing the other human being that is trying to play the game and you made their playing experience worse by forcing your roleplaying story on them.
Its great when old people or those born as men take on the teacher role more often. When I'm playing as a woman and get a baby that is new I always try to teach however once I start my lesson I pop out another kid, then another. And its really not easy to teach when you are raising multiple kids but when you don't have that responsibility then it's much easier.
When I was born, my family was on the way to slaughter another town. The ring leader was Dema Good. We had about 3 women and several children in our group. I was a baby and kept quiet. Each adult had a warsword on their backpacks and one of the women was pulling a cart that carried four warswords. We also had one knife.
Along the way we found a small town and one boy from our group picked up a bow and arrow to take this us. Dema Good forbade it because it was a "traitor's weapon" so she stabbed him with the knife, murdering her own family member. Along the route if we stopped too long for food, Dema Good would call us all noobs. When one of the women stopped for a moment Dema Good said something like "leave the old woman" and we continued on without her. I think we lost several weapons along the way due to people getting lost and left behind.
I kept quiet and waited and plotted.
I had done a raid once before and I vowed to never do it again. But if I said so then Dema would kill me. So I kept quiet, trying to waste their food and slow them down until I was old enough and my moment came. I grew and when we stopped for food some the women were distracted with the new babies and I saw my moment. I stole the cart with four warswords and ran away. I ran, I zigzagged, I went far far from the city they were planning to attack. Over time I stopped and hid one sword at a time behind trees in the middle of nowhere far from each other.
I have to say that life felt really nice. I'd probably saved lives. I dunno if I was successful in fully stopping their raiding party though. Dema Good was killed by another member of the Good family so hopefully she never made it: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=4947774
I'm a player who started playing within the last month so war swords have been a normal part of gameplay to me and I don't see a problem with having them in the game. I think maybe the implementation of fighting and cursing features could be adjusted but they are not awful. I'd like to see more defense options for towns such as binoculars and lookout towers then people can help out as guards to protect the town and give early warning against invaitors with weapons.
The game is still very fun. Most games I've played I'm unaffected by warswords, if I'm killed it is usually by a knife or because the medic process is too complicated for many players.
That's actually interesting because I was in the Tree family earlier today and a woman and her daughter kept killing other Tree family members. I overheard one of the two telling their new baby about how they do it. The mother (Fate Tree) and her daughter (Millie Tree) would murder someone and then immediately say things like "she ask me to" or "it was an experiment, it's ok" and the dumb people in town would always believe them and go about their business. Four murders happened this way by the same two people and they'd always get away with it. Over time I eventually stole all the bows and arrows and hid them far from town to get them away from those two. Since these murdering liars owned the only knife, their Tree-killing ways continued till I died. So I say it's surprising that the Trees were able to even raid anyone else after all. Kinda wish the Trees died out because everyone in town let them get away with it over and over.
I saw a note today, I think it was in Tree town that said something like "This town is adorable -ollj"
I was in the Archer family. I think I was alive when you brought the bell. When I was born the town was almost nothing and quickly grew, I remember searching in the wild and every time I came back the town grew. People were productive. And then one day a bell showed up, I didn't question it but I remember assuming that someone in town made it and I thought "really? why is a bell your priority?" Good to know that you brought the bell and someone didn't actually make it.
I remember that town. I spent part of one life ripping out all the damn bean pods by the gates. Everyone would accidentally pick a bean and then drop it causing the town to be overrun with unused beans everywhere. So I picked them all and laid them out front to get rid of them.
And in another life there, I saw a woman was queen and I asked her how I could serve her. She said, "get me a horse!" So I made a lasso, caught a wild horse and tamed it for her. As a reward she named me king.
That's awesome! I love stories like that. Some lives are boring, some are infuriating, and others are wonderful lives like this. The lives that have a unique story are the ones that I play for.
Yes that was the name! I played that life during my lunch break and I was so seething with rage after that. I wanted so much to go play again but I had to go back to work. It took me a few hours to calm down. I'm glad to hear someone was able to kill him. I have some screenshots of during the destruction and then after the rebuilding but I don't know how to post them.
I was there!
Peaches wrote:Oh, I was in that town today!
I was a baby when the griefer, Lucija Qin, hit the town. My mother was following him around and it was the worst case of griefing I'd ever personally witnessed. He tore up roads and flooring, chopped down every tree, killed all our sheep, hid tools, ruined the park, and did just about everything save for killing people.Absolutely heartbreaking, destruction without reason, and far more than any one man should have been capable of. But he did it.
I ended up never getting named because of all the chaos and *finally* found a bow a few years into his tyrade, but he just kept running around and somebody else ended up making a knife and killing him. An old woman named me Hero (it turned into Heron Qin) after I repaired a lot of the flooring and made some more food. She may have thought I killed him, given the bow nearby.
There was so much destruction and confusion after everything that I lost all motivation to continue playing for the day and allowed myself to starve at 44.
I hope I get reborn there at some point, I would love to see the garden in a less destroyed state.
By day I’m a game producer and UI artist but by night in One Hour One Life, I’m Amber and I’m the gardener.
This is the true story of South Qin Memorial Garden, if it had a name that’s what it would be called. I was born into the Qin family and was told that three cities were all linked going from North to South. The southernmost city has a garden. I didn’t create the garden, someone else did. The garden had at its center several ripe mango trees surrounded by a wooden walk path that weaved it’s way around, hugging the edges of the tree-line. Surrounding the mango grove were blooming pink rose bushes and bright greens trees. You could enter from the north and exit the little garden in the south. That is when I decided to expand the garden. I added more pathways so people could walk in from four directions and a foot path that surrounded the whole garden. When I died I hoped to see it again.
The next time I found myself as a Qin, I again headed to the garden to continue my work. I added more roses: one by one taking a precious seed into the snow. I spend my entire life tending the trees; watering and feeding them, and clearing the walkways. Someone saw what I was doing…maybe it was my child…I’m sorry my memory fades it was so long ago. But this person added a Cistern to be a sparkling blue fountain in the garden. There was a spot under the mango right in the middle where I thought, “when I die, I’d like to go there, I’d spent so much time taking care of this.” But I was so caught up in expanding the garden that I forgot to ask and then someone else came by and buried someone else in that spot. I felt sad, like my spot had been taken, but it was never my spot.
I then found myself born to the middle Qin city and as soon as I was grown, I left. Sorry mother. I walked the long route south with food in one hand and keeping a close eye out for snakes. When I arrived I found that some of the garden’s trees had to cut for wood. It was so sad to see. But it was easily fixable. Again I spent my life watering, feeding and growing the garden. Showing all my children what it was and how they could help tend it when I was gone. Many of them did.
Now on my fourth life as a daughter of the Qin family, I again left my family because the garden called to me. The path leading south was now better paved but not fully. The garden was in good shape when I arrived. Someone in the community had added a tree full of birds which really brought the place to life. A few more graves had been added. To be honest I was sad to see it, I didn’t want the beautiful garden to turn into a graveyard. Notes were placed to loved ones that had passed. Much of my life was raising my children and teaching them about the garden. Many of my children were born there among the greenery. As an old woman, surrounded by my family and friends someone came by with a camera. We gather together around the roses for a photo.
My fifth life brings me such anger just thinking about it. As a male this life I had no kids so I was free to work on the garden. I was gathering materials to add more walkways to the southern end when I hear a gut wrenching sound. The chopping of a tree. Then again. And again. And again! I spot in the distance a boy, a teen in red pants chopping the trees. I yell to stop and he runs away. I immediately get to work trying to replant the murdered trees when I heard another sound. Too close. It sounds like…oh no! That same teen has grabbed an adze and was ripping up my floors and throwing down grave stones! He was a griefer. He was doing it on purpose for no reason. He had destroyed half the garden. I sought help in town and got a hold of a knife. As I was telling the others, a farmer came by and told us that someone had slaughtered every one of the town’s sheep. It was the same boy. I rushed back to the garden and caught him again chopping more trees! Even the one with the birds! Oh the horror! I pulled out my knife but I tripped and he got away. I went back to town and everyone was on high alert looking for him. I gave my weapon to someone younger that could catch him. We cursed his name. Hunting parties roved the town and guarded the garden. New mothers brought their children and you could see the anger on the faces of the children. Everyone was seething at the atrocity. Immediately we all said "we must rebuild!" and we did. I was able to repair most of the wooden pathways and the town’s people came together to rebuild the garden. It was truly a community effort. I died not knowing if he was caught or what type of garden would remain.
The next time I found myself yet again with a Qin family name, I knew I had to check on the garden to see what had happened. I was in the north-most town so I made the long trek south. What did I find? The garden had been restored! Most of the plants had been replanted and new types of trees were added. It was a beautiful site. This is when I realized I shouldn’t feel sad that it has graves because this garden is a community creation. Our history has made it what it is today. The garden has grown and evolved. Again I spent my life watering and adding more trees and roses. Near the end of my life I saw a child accidentally cut down one of the trees but I was close to death, I’ll have to fix it next time. Because I’m the gardener.
-Amber A.