a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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Cool story.
When I became an adult I met a girl with no relation. We started talking and decide to get married.
It was great. We went a little bit North and started building a small house...
YO! I think that's a solid way to play this game: pairing off and building a small, sustainable life together.
I just wanna have some roleplay fun and marry my brother
I'll be the first to give you credit on this joke you slipped in there.
i prefer to play as male,
no fuss with babies in most inconvenient moments, as male one has a chill time, as female it's just stressfulalso as female the appreciation of the people around is not good enough to compensate for the inconveniences & limitations, i had to be as heartless as to leave my kids die to fulfill my freedom as female & to do what i want
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Breeze,
That's a solid point. After thinking a lot about it, I'm loving the male role more than the female-- especially in a village filled with eager, hardworking people. I use those lives to explore without the hassle of giving birth to a random baby in the wilderness.
The Male’s Sonnet
In this world:
You’re born to a sole mother--
Cared for then hurled
To an uncle or brother;
They may take you under their wing,
Teach you a trade, take you to hunt.
But your birth, here’s the thing,
Did not the village want.
You may inherit their plot,
Thank them for being a good guy,
But you take what they got
And shed a tear when they die.
So you work hard to provide and silently cope;
And watch mother proclaim her newest born “Hope.”
Inspirational.
One life, I was born to a mother wearing a wool sweater, yet she was out in the wilderness alone. The first thing she told me was that she wandered out of her village, she was lost, but she dreamed of returning. Once I was old enough to eat on my own, she sent me off to look for the village. I promised her I would find it. Carrying my little sister, my mother went northwest in search; I headed south.
By the time I was a teenager, I followed remnants of civilization-- a domesticated sheep wandering in the desert, a field of chopped wood, an abandoned set of tools, dead people in full fur clothing. My instincts were sound as I soon found my mother’s homeland. It was as she described it. It was the largest city I’ve ever seen. Everyone had clothing, tools, and weapons. The nursery was filled with babies. Workers scrambled to meet the needs of the many citizens. It was an oasis. I searched frantically for my mother hoping that she also found it, but she was nowhere to be found.
Having grown up outside the massive city walls, I didn't feel like I belonged here. I met an aunt and cousin, but they could not recall my mother. I grabbed some food and headed back into the wilderness to find my mother and bring her back.
Years of my life were spent out there wandering-- returning home three times-- each to bring a daughter and two sons back to the safety of a community. They were accepted into the fold and became productive citizens, but I knew the cost. They’d forge no lasting bond with me.
Well after my mother’s 60 years, I continued to search for a skeleton in wool. I wanted to at least bring her bones to rest in the place she spent her life searching for. I set off into the woods one last time knowing it’d be my last attempt. I died finding no trace of her.
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