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Frances Farthing stopped and looked over his work. The huge berry farm started to look more organised than he had found it in his younger years. Wooden floors surrounded a three by three berry group and a stone floor marked the corners.

His back ached due to the constant bending down, tearing out some berries and watering those he wanted to keep. But he was pleased with himself. He had done a good job.

The city was located in a good place, in the middle of a desert and swamp biome, not far from the green biome. They had everything a good city needed. Wheat, carrots, berries, sheep and cows and even a big farm with beans, corn and squash for stew.

Frances smiled, closed his eyes and listened to the sounds filling the air around him. The bakers trying to keep up with the amount of mutton meat that needed to be cooked. The sheep crying when being sheered and the carts creaking while carrying heavy boards and stones. But all this will be gone soon.

His heart filled with sadness. Not because he had little time left and the berry farm wasn't quite done yet but for another sadder reason. There were no more fertile females in this city.

The birthrate was pretty low in this city and some young girls had died to some deceases like "Forgot-to-eat" Syndrome. The last fertile woman gave birth to a baby boy just before turning gray. The big city he had loved so much was dying.

He sighed and started to hear a distant sound of music. His time has come and he will soon join his mother, who he had buried next to a beautiful tree. He looked one more time over his berries and went to the bakery to say his good byes.

His eyes were weak and heavy and he was very tired. He wanted to say good bye to everyone but just before he could say a word, he saw something. Something he had never thought would happen.

A young woman appeared next to him and soon a baby was born. It was an Eve.

His weak heart skipped a beat and he was so happy. The city will soon be filled with people one more time and his little farm will be alright. He managed to greet the new woman before the music stopped and darkness embraced him.

Death by old age.

I love this game. I love being a shepherd, doing some compost and baking for the whole family.

I am usually a positive, kind-hearted player. If I starve, it's okay, should have been more careful. If I get killed, that's okay too because a new life will let me forget that it ever happened. I don't griefe, I don't kill unless I have real proof that that person is a bad person. I help where I can and even do the jobs no one wants to do. I love teaching new players, reading their happy response once they understood one little thing in this game.

But the lifes I lived these past days had worn out my positivity. It makes me sad and angry and disappointed. It is not the game that makes me feel this way. It is some people that play it. Here are some lives I wish I had never lived :

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I was born to Aurora Sass II. She had given birth to five kids only few seconds appart. She managed it well, keeping every kid fed and named while staying fed herself as well. She wished little Pablo Sass good luck and off he was searching for work.

Few years later, a murder happened, it was my brother Sarah Sass II who was shortly killed after by my mother. She got later shot by an arrow by my brother Diego Sass. After he death, I took her apron as a little memory to my dear mother and had found a whool hat that I wanted to dye later. There were only few people so I wanted to do my best to help the town get back on his feet.

Past forward few years and I found myself being chased by Peyton Sass. She just started to run after me with a knife. Without saying anything. I ran around town, asking for help, telling people that she wanted to kill me.

Why ? Well she told the others that I had killed her mother and am wearing the same gear as her. Of course I told people that it was not true. Did they believe me ? No. One conversation was like this :

"Help me / the old lady wants / to kill me / I didn't do anything"

"I know / But you can never / be too careful"

" But I'm innocent"

"Then tell her "

"She will kill me once I / stop moving / I can't work with her chasing me"

For Peyton, I was a murderer. Said something about my twin that looked like me and that I had helped him kill her mother. No one helped me. I worked and helped and no one helped me in return. In the end I got stabbed. And no one helped me, no one believed me.

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The time I was killed because I took the knife from a toddler. One word. Griefer. One word from a kid that just had been born ruined the life of a man that was working since he could grab stuff. Because the kid wanted her knife back. If it was the backpack, I had swapped mine with hers. No, she wanted her knife that granny had given her.

I was called a griefer and was already as good as dead. Only one man wanted to ask me why I took the knife. The others didn't wanted to think about it, they just wanted to kill a griefer that the kid said he was.

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Another town let a cursed child live, because one kid said that he was good. Said that he can be trusted. That's what is always said in the beginning until bloddy corpses appear.

To be fair, this kid helped out at the farm. But I got killed by one of the twins soon after so I can't say if he stayed nice or not. One of the twin killed a player pretty much in the middle of the town. And no one did something. I went take a bow and arrow and shot him while his twin was feeding him. When I tried to escape, he stabbed me. No one tried to heal me or go after the guy. They just stood there as I was telling them his name.

There are other lives where people got killed because they were "a griefer". One player got shot because he was "using all of the bowls" but another player who was running around with a cart full with baskets and never letting it go isn't griefing.
Killing children that just got hair because they were "griefing".
Chidlren suiciding in early Eve camps or the last girl demanding to get the backpack or else she would suicide.

I remember the amazing lifes I had. My cursed daughter and my sweet twin sons. Adrian Tree and his friend Harold. My drugged afterlifes. My first successful Eve-Run. The time when I was married to another man and died together of old age. The nice little house north from a big city that some of us had started and continued to build.

Those lifes got rarer and rarer. Why ? Because people who want to RP or have a nice time are called griefers or sponges. Aren't Mothers who just stand still next to each other holding their infant and not helping at the farm sponges too ? Why do people feel the need to stab someone as soon as they hear griefer or curse someone as soon as they are told to do without even thinking about it ?

Yes, some deaths I could have avoided. But I don't like killing without being sure and since I don't kill so often, I am not an expert doing it.

I don't want to attack anybody or bitching about how mean everyone is or that I can't play with all these people around. I love this game and I will continue playing it. I just could really use a good life once in a while. Please, be nice to each other.

To Gin :

Fuck you ! You were such a sweet boy at the beginning, hunting down those rabbits like I asked you to. But then you started to hunt down our townspeople and ended two lives (That I know about).

I'm sure that you thought that after killing Zelda, you had killed the last fertile female. Well guess what, the family line is still going thanks to your sister !

To June :

I don't know how but I'm glad you survived your brothers madness. After I had killed him, I went back to what I thought was a dead village but when I saw you in the corner of my screen, I felt so happy and relieved. I hope you and Eve Moist live long and have a successful life !

Also big thanks to Juniper Joanis who named my girls. Thanks to you, the family name is still alive.

How far did you manage to get your yum bonus ?

I just had a life where I managed to get it to thirteen. Got really pissed because I oversaw the potatoes which could have given me at least two more points !