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A Meme Named Luna

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A few stories

Here's a few stories. Have any of your own? Post 'em in the comments!

Warning: I'm not even gonna try to make the text easier to read. Your eyes may hurt after reading this.

1. Bailey and I
I was born in a sad little camp wedged in an akward corner of swamp, grasslands, and desert. It was the beginnings of a farm, though I knew that it wouldn't last long with how painful farming had become. For whatever reason, I decided to stay anyways. With me were my two sisters, my uncle (or was he my brother?), and my mother. I had decided that I wanted to be a hunter when I grew up, since I sucked at farming and tailoring would be dull and useless due to decay. I wasn't old enough to hold a bow yet, so I travelled south in search of a seal for a neat jacket to wear. After travelling South for a while, I had come across a seal, clubbed it, and skinned it. I brought it back to camp and set it down to get milkweed for thread. Soon enough, I came back, only to find that I had another sister! She was a blonde, curly-haired child named Bailey, and she happened to be wearing the skin. So, I asked for it back, and surprisingly enough, she gave it to me without a fuss. This automatically made her the best person in camp in my eyes, and every time I travelled out to explore I always looked forward to seeing her again. I believe we talked a bit, but I can't quite remember. Then, when I finally made an arrow, I felt the need to repay her kindness with a gift. So, I set out, and eventually killed a wolf. I turned it into a hat and brought it into camp, setting it down at her feet. She thanked me, and we spoke a little more. Then, I went out to get some hats for me and her children. Though, unfortunately, on my next hunt, I accidentally clicked the tile the wolf was standing on instead of the wolf and died. I always wondered if she got worried or searched for me. I doubt it, since she was always farming and taking care of children. I tried over and over again to respawn in the camp again, but no matter how many times I suicided I couldn't find the camp again... I just hope that she enjoyed the hat. Eventually, I gave up trying to spawn back into the camp and settled in a rather large town, which leads me to the next story...

2. The reign of Spring
I was born into a rather large town, sustained only by berries and a shabby carrot farm down south that could hardly be kept together at all. On the west and east sides were two massive walls of wells, and to the north were a few stone rooms. I can't remember much of my childhood. I mostly aimed to make a sheep pen, which I eventually did. Though, a few minutes after I gained the ability to grab things, I travelled a little ways South and found a body with a crown! I swiftly placed it on my head and ran back to camp, feeling confident with this new position, even if nobody aknowleged it. I lived my days happily, tending to sheep and wandering around uselessly as I wondered what I should actually do. Though, my time was coming to an end. I ran to my youngest living relative, an unnamed niece, placed it on her head, and told her "You will be the new ruler of this town. Guide them well." Soon after, I starved so that I would not be a hindrance to the town. Huzzah! I was born in the same village- to my own daughter! My mother (who was previously my daughter) starved almost immediately after naming me "Spring". Luckily, the others were able to take care of me until I grew old enough to grab and eat berries. As I was picking my first berries, I spotted none other than my niece! I immediately ran over to tell her that I was the queen who gave her the crown... But she starved as I ran up to her. Oh well. I picked up the crown from her body, laughing internally at the coincedence. It looked like I was queen again. I ran back over to the fire, where I was then able to tell everybody "I wa" "s" "the" "last" "quee" "n", to which another person named Retta replied "Well y" "ou" "were" "a" "terrib" "le" "queen". As he ran off, I managed to type "Fite" "me". A little more time passed before somebody addressed me. "Hey you" "Me?" "Yeah, I was the one who first found that crown" "and I think I want it back". I then told them that I found it on a body in the woods and called them a dingus. They replied, informing me that it was their body. "Well, tough luck. I like my crown." I thought as I walked away. I picked up that they had a knife in their backpack, so I stayed away from them, ignoring them and running when they said things like "Soo, about my crown...". Eventually I managed to get to late adulthood, and watched as Retta chased down and killed some murderer dude. Woah. I managed to get a hold of the knife somehow, though I forgot how. Then, as I was entering the elderly stage of life, the person who wanted the crown, my sister, confronted me. Her knife was sitting in the edge of her backpack. I drew my knife in case she tried anything, telling her to back off. She then tried to frame me of murders in the east, though I was in the sheep pen. They kept telling everybody that I was the murderer, thinking that the others would turn on me. Retta watched, and eventually joined my side as I defended myself. "I believe Spring." Then, suddenly, my sister attacked me, wanting my crown. I was stabbed. I wasn't able to get my knife out of my backpack. Thankfully, Retta was able to stab my sister. "F___ youuuuu" she typed. I died. I then respawned in the same village! And died again as my mother neglected me. I then spawned again! My mother was wearing my crown! Through painful baby speech, I told her that I was the queen. She replied with "Oh nice" "I took your crown so that the psychopath couldn't get it". Ha! Sucka! My sister would never wear my crown! Eventually I grew up, finding Retta and informing him that I was Spring. He didn't seem to care, but I didn't mind. Eventually I grew and my mother passed. I wonder if she found it creepy that I was following her like a vulture, as she was already elderly, and I wanted to make sure that I could get the crown back. She died of starvation next to the berry fields, and I quickly took her crown. Then, I found a baby in the berry fields. It was probably close to starving, so I placed the crown on its head and watched as it died. The crown disappeared into limbo, as the baby died in the berry bush fields. Take that, Sister. Now nobody can have my crown. I went up to Retta, telling him of my mother's death, and telling him that I hid the crown. He asked where, probably because he wanted to wear it himself. If my sister was reborn as I was, then this was the perfect opportunity to send her on a wild goose chase. I told him that I hid it somewhere South behind some tree, though in reality it was gone forever. I lived out the rest of my days mostly being a hindrance to society as I tried to achieve random goals. Eventually I died, which leads me to my next story...

3. SheEeeEEEEEEP nO
The last of this odd trilogy, it's actually pretty hilarious. So, I was born into the same town again after being abandoned by an Eve right after the life of my previous story. I spent my time tending to sheep while everybody was starving and the town was going up in flames. It was fun. I forgot why, but I decided to kill a sheep. Huge mistake. The body blocked the entrance. There was no room to place anything. I had a piece of mutton stuck in my hand because I couldn't place it down anywhere. There were too many sheep. There were fruiting cacti, but I was starving because my hands were full and I couldn't pick up the fruit. A kind dude tried to rescue me, but it didn't work. With the way the sheep body was positioned, he couldn't interact with it. After a while I starved. Best death ever.

4. Welcome to the pack.
This story took place just before the decay update, when dreams came true and society was sustainable. I was an Eve, setting out to go and start my own civilization. I had chose... a questionable spot to set up camp... A small patch of desert surrounded by badlands, with a savannah very far to the left and a grassy biome a fair distance away to the right. Despite the absolutely tiny size of the desert patch, there were four cacti, and a few snakes wandering around. The entire desert literally fit into one screen. I managed to set up a farm anyways, as there was a swamp a fair ways north for reeds and water. My first child suicided. My second child lived, the third starved, the fourth and fifth lived. I had a son and two daughters, and all three were great farmers, albiet butt-naked. My son began the task of gathering rabbits for clothing, and I began to make a bow and arrows to rid our lands of the pesky wolves that came far too near. Eventually we had a sweet little town running, and I had enough wolf hats for anyone. That's when the religion/tradition began. From that moment onward, every new child was welcomed with a "Welcome to the pack" and a primitive name. As soon as a child became an adult, they were sent out with nothing but a knife, a bow, and three arrows. If the adult came back with a mouflon, goose, or somehow a rabbit, they were welcomed back happily. If they came back with a bear, they were welcomed back with the highest of ranks, which basically meant if they asked you for something you gave it to them, or if they said something goes somewhere, that something goes somewhere. There were, of course, limitations to this. If the adult came back with a wolf, they were set to the lowest of ranks, and were only allowed to eat berries. If somebody wanted something they had, they had to give it to the somebody. If you somehow came back with a sheep, then you would also be rewarded with the highest of ranks. There was a town far to the north with sheep, though they began defending their sheep from us with weapons... We all had the last name of "Wolf", so we were easily recognized. Sometimes an adult would still come back with wool, though getting the mutton was a bit trickier. We always had one female tending to all of the children, but luckily our system of adulthood bottlenecked the population. Adults that came back had to place a rabbit at the shrine to our wolf god, a bear cave close to camp surrounded by baskets with rabbits in them from other adults' successful returns. Now for the rules that resulted in death. Any foreign wolves, adults with no prize, or wandering humans were killed on sight. Our territory was well defended. Anybody who resisted he word of a higher rank was killed on sight. Any murderers, griefers, or sponges were killed on sight (obviously). Anybody who tried to stay without the transition hunt to adulthood was killed on sight. Anybody who dared pick up a basket or rabbit from the shrine to the wolf god was killed on sight. We had some strict rules, but it kept the population steady and the town running. We had many gaurds, obviously, and many people patrolling the town searching for outlaws. We had a huge farm by now, and three generations had passed (such a short amount of time)! But then... the decay update came. People stopped having children. The town slowly withered away... I had lived twice in that town, and boy, it was fun. I killed seven people across those two lifetimes, and I'll never forget that place.

5. Sheepzus
This was actually recent, on a 2HOL server before the newest update wrecked spawn. I was born and raised in spawn town, where I, as always, decided to be a shepherd. I filled the entire pen with sheep. There was literally nothing but sheep. I wore plain wool, a silk skirt, and two wool boots. I was a sheep. Eventually, I wandered a bit west after hiding all knives and shears behind corner walls so that no harm would come to my people. I then found the great Temple of Sheepzus (an abandoned, unfinished adobe building that looked pretty darn cool; it actually looked like an abandoned temple). There in the temple I found a body with a carrot crown. It was meant to be. I hid plain wool (not fleece) behind some maple trees, along with a few bowls of rennet and a few creameries that I found in the huge abandoned farm thing to the north west in the snow biome. Now to get people to join my cul-... 'religion'. I went to the farm and praised the word of Sheepzus, attracting the attention of a young boy and his older sister. I brought them to the temple, and made them wear nothing but the plain wool and silk skirts, as it was the first path to ascencion. I then told them to take the rennet and turn the milk in the creameries into
cheese , and to feast on the cheese, for it contained the blood of their ancestors, and the life of the dromedary, a great symbol of courage and strength in sheep eyes. I then had them cook mutton and eat it, as it was the flesh of their ancestors, which contained the greatest of wisdoms. Once this was all complete, I told them that from this moment on they must eat nothing but berries, carrots, and berry carrot pies. They agreed and went through this, surprisingly enough. After that we basically sat around in the sheep pen and pretended to be sheep. It was fun.

6. To be a huntress
This was from my first days in OHOL. I love to hunt, but I hardly ever care for children, and I almost never teach anybody anything. Then, one day, as I was getting ready for my next trip, a young girl, one of my daughters which another woman had raised, came up to me with a bow drill (it had no shaft, so it just looked like a tiny bow) and asked me if I could teach her to hunt, because she wanted to be just like me when she grew up. It took ages for her to say this at her age, but I managed to follow along. I happily agreed, obviously, and she followed me on my next hunt, nearly starving twice. She watched as I killed a couple of geese and even a wolf, and followed me all the way back. When we got back, she placed a short shaft into the bow drill, and a piece of flint on that (making it that thing that makes wheels out of wooden discs), but it looked like a bow and arrow! It was adorable. I made her a hat out of the wolf, and she followed me everywhere. I had named her "Autumn". We went out on two more hunts, but eventually I got too old to go out safely. By now she had her own bow and arrow, and took on a young apprentice of her own as I got even older. She had given her apprentice the wolf hat, and her little flint-tipped fire bow drill. Together, they went out to hunt. Sadly, I starved as I forgot to check my hunger before they got back. This was surely the playthrough that kept me going, though, even through the decay update.

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