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I don't remember who said it and I might butcher his/her words but someone once wrote, that after every bad life waits your favorite one. And I agree if you let it happen.

I was born a girl to the West Family and had a quiet, normal (almost boring) life. I found an apron and later a knife that I used to kill some sheep that we had too many of. Made a cart and spend most of my time carrying mutton meat to the bakery.

Then one girl, Ophelia West, started to run around with bow and arrow, way to often close to me. I had the feeling that she was targeting me. But I didn't wanted to kill her without having someone to back me up. So after bringing the meat to the baker, I went to see Danny West, the shepherd, who I trusted. Unfortunately, right as I was going to tell him my plan, I got shot. I had the only knife, no one could heal me.

Everyone was standing around us, in shock, and only started to curse that girl after I cursed her and told the people to kill her with my knife.

I was boiling with rage. Not only was I angry at this girl but at myself as well. How did I not see her come to me ? Why do I always need to have someone on my side instead of trusting my guts and kill the person ? Why me ?

Frustrated and still mad, I started my new life in the North Family. I wasn't motivated to live this new life and wanted to end it. As my mother hold me in her arms, I realized that I was getting way too upset for a small thing.

Yes, she killed me, but only me. I wasn't the last female and everyone saw her shooting me. She could have killed way more people but decided to kill only one and for that, she got killed and got at least three curses.

So I stopped, breathed and told myself that my anger shouldn't effect my new life. Even my mother wanted me to stay. So I decided to work at the Bakery, a nice quiet place to calm down.

And it worked. My mother trusted me her knife and I made lots of bread, learned how to make butter on my own, enjoyed the sight of our zombie goose and had a nice chat with the towns people.

Towards the end of my life, I made paper for our lovely garden, a bit north from the bakery. There, we decided to bury our people who were special to us. I wanted to make for every grave a little note but only managed to make one for Randal North before I passed away.

I felt sad to leave this town. But happy. My past life didn't seem that important anymore.

I'm glad to have lived as Stefan North.

I think this has been spoken quiet often, nevertheless I'd like to add something to it.

I had a life where someone had build wooden chests just in front of every entrance of the bakery and died in that room. We couldn't tear down some walls because they were ancient walls, so the big beautiful bakery with all those pies, plates and bowls is now useless.

It would be great to be able to tear down ancient walls or at least move wooden chests.

Maybe a strong, young and handsome man could come with his big muscles and carry them two tiles away ?

Pretty please ?

Hey Lillyanne Weed, this is Quinn Weed speaking !

We had such an amazing time building the highway and the pedestrian way. Did you continued our work ? Did your kids ?

It was always a dream building it this way, thank you to all those who helped ! Lillyanne, Ginger and more amazing people who names i unfortunately forgot. (shame on me)

Too bad I didn't make any screenshots ....

I hope you see this and hope to find you in one of my lifes again, building new roads and houses together