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That sounds a lot like 2HOL's combat system.
A Meme Named Luna wrote:Though, if it makes you feel any better, you should ask Sammoh about the combat we're adding. It's very fun, and fair. To give a quick overview, though, we're making it possible to kill those who need to be killed while keeping innocents alive, and gladiator battles will be fantastic.
Medicine too right?
Indeed!
If you ever have any questions feel free to ask the people on the 2HOL discord! We don't bite (or do we?)!
That would be interesting. I also agree on the initial point, I miss all of those things, especially civilization. I miss being a bandit and robbing people travelling accross roads to sustain my little camp of baby bandits. I miss shepherding sheep in a large pen. I miss stone buildings. I miss organization.
Though, if it makes you feel any better, you should ask Sammoh about the combat we're adding. It's very fun, and fair. To give a quick overview, though, we're making it possible to kill those who need to be killed while keeping innocents alive, and gladiator battles will be fantastic.
even as woman i just name my kids and toss them to a sitter most of time, but is still a distraction
I do this whenever possible. I'm also much better at being male.
I should name all of my kids "Stephano" and then have my last words be "My favorite child was Stephano".
'Experinced' players are going to get really triggered by the fact that you enjoy roleplaying, lmao.
I feel like I might have been that child, lmao.
Yeah, it is a pretty jerkwad-esk move, isn't it? I guess at that point I'm just super fed-up with the previous events. Sorry if you were ever gnawed on a bear summoned by me!
If I spawn in a town that I've spawned in before and I don't want to stay, I'll often cause as much trouble as possible so that it's even more likely that I won't spawn there... From waking up seven bears to dying next to an incomplete farm so that my body has to be moved. All great examples, though!
Sounds like something I'd do (this wasn't me, however)!
Recently I was born into a good town as a little girl named 'Sun' ( http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … &id=116868 ). I was happy to be there, and I had planned out my path as a shepherd. My only problem was that I had no clothes. My grandmother had been giving clothes to my slightly-older brother (he wasn't going to have children, so I figured that I had needed them a bit more; plus, he had a backpack), so I swooped in and stole a bunch of clothes. Then my brother and our uncle (I'm about eleven, my brother's about twelve, and our uncle is already an adult) started swearing at me, and eventually our uncle got a bow and shot me. So, I ran over to the carrot farm and died laughing on a farm plot, so that they could never have their clothes or that arrow ever again, and all if the milkweed/soil put into it all was a waste (and, even better, my family avenged me and killed my uncle). Best revenge I've had in a while.
Share your revenge stories in the comments!
I don't think that 2HOL would truely have any rich legacies, however. Most of the population don't really stick to towns, or are usually alone if they do. If we tried, we could probably reach over a thousand generations.
It's probably just very difficult. I believe that streams and such are coming to 2HOL this week or next week, but don't quote me on that. Sammoh is also adding 90 more keys to the game, so it's taking quite a while!
How to avoid getting murdered: Have no children. Murder everybody else first.
I find what YAHG said pretty funny, because 2HOL is introducing streams that interact with the tiles around them to navigate the land in their next update! Needless to say I'm hyped for that. Anyways...
I know that Jason works hard on this, and I respect his work. I just needed to get my frustration out of the way. I don't play OHOL almost at all anymore, and I'm almost always over at 2HOL or on their discord. When I found out about the chaos of finite resources at OHOL I was a bit upset, because it felt like the game was going farther downhill than I knew- and I really don't want this game to go downhill. I left because of decay, but I'm only just learning about reeds, decreased usage for tools, reduced spawns for iron ore, and many other things. I bunched it all together to find that it's actually, by research, nearly impossible to keep a town going for a very long time. Eventually resources just get too thin... I'm angry that the time he spends nerfing carrots and the quality of the game in general isn't immediately being spent towards more positive updates.
In the end, however, this was just my feelings. I hope that everything goes well for this game in the end.
And yes, I am the dumbest poopie head in all the land, and my stench of composting compost knows no bounds.
You read the title. You deal with the contents. MOVING ON!
There's an issue in OHOL that any player can recognize after following for any length of time. There's too many nerfs and too little content. Every new update seems to be another vital resource going finite or carrot farmers being stabbed in the gut for the thirtieth time. Finite resources and such are supposed to force us to advance in technology, which is great!.. aside from the fact that there's nothing for us to advance to. Jason is trying to force a bear up a one-foot sapling by burning the needles early. We can't be forced to advance to something that doesn't exist. I would also be okay if he was shortening our likely hood of survival just a bit early so that we won't get all too bored before he adds some new technology for us to reach- but that is not the case. All we are getting is nerf after nerf. It has made the game tedious and dull. Would you like to be a tailor? Clothes last a generation and milkweed is even more precious than gold. Want to be a shepherd? Fleece is as useless as any rabbit fur clothing and is a waste of berries, which are the only source of edible domesticated plants worth growing. Want to be a carrot farmer? We need the soil for wheat, berries, and milkweed. People will rip out the seeding carrots anyways. Want to fish? Silly you, those will only be added after the thirty-fourth nerf to carrot farming and the removal of wells! Want to be a guard? You're a waste to society. Start farming berries and cacti or we'll all starve. Want to be a hunter? Nothing is worth hunting. Want to be a scavenger? Your town has already died behind you. That's all you can be. Every other town on the map shares the same fate and nomadic families are nearly impossible to maintain. Good thing that's what you wanted to be!
My words may be harsh, but this is a rant, and these problems are very real in this game. I want to see OHOL prosper, not nerf itself out of existence.
Feel free to call me an idiot and swear at me in the comments below! Have a nice day!
People noticed my last story, so I decided to type up another one!
I was born into a town of about seven, and the Eve had already passed. I was a little blonde girl who had been named 'Mary'. This name was hilariously fitting, as I had planned to tend to the sheep that the town had. I had spent my childhood repairing the pen, expanding the pen, and feeding the sheep and their lambs until the entire pen was filled to the brim with fluffy, white sheep. But something was... missing. Mutton! There was an old man around town who had a knife always stored in his backpack, so I had decided to ask him for it. I suppose my demonic smile set him off, as he declined to hand over the knife. That was when I made the second knife. Then came my first act of terror that shook the town, shortly followed by the next. The old man had killed one of my sheep. My people! He had harmed a soul of my small town without my permission! Needless to say, I stabbed him. His last words were 'I KNEW I COULDNT TRUST U'. The town gaurd happened to see this, and asked why I had killed the old man. I told the guard 'HE HAD KILLED ONE O' 'OF MY PEOPLE'. He caught on and tried to shoot me, but first he had to walk around the fence, which gave me time to stab him. His last words were 'F### U'. I didn't hide the old man's knife or the guard's bow and arrow, despite the knowledge that everybody had known what I did. How else would they deal with griefers? Two more people killed a citizen of sheepville, and those two had died. One more person tried to end my reign of terror. They didn't know that they had to right click on me. I was feared through out the town, but aside from this, everything went on almost as normal. I wore nothing but a sheep skin, as that is all I had needed. I WAS a sheep. Time flew by, and eventually I was a weak old fart. I had seven children, though only my youngest son and second youngest daughter had lived. And by 'raised', I mean that I gave them a name and dropped them off by the fire with the other kids before abandoning them. My daughter, however, began to follow me after growing hair. At first, I was very suspicious, and contemplated stabbing her. That was, until she asked, 'CAN U' 'TEACH' 'HOW TO' 'SHEPHE' 'RD?'. An apprentice! I enjoy taking apprentices, so I gladly accepted. I taught her everything I knew about caring for sheep, from building a pen to stabbing anybody who killed a sheep without permission. I can't remember what I named her, but I do remember that she kept my last wish. My last wish was for her to carry on my reign, and raise the sheep with the power of the blade in her hand. I told her to raise kids like I had, and to take an apprentice when wshe got old. She accepted. Life was good. I told her to stab me, and stab me she did. "C U MOM" "TAKE CARE, (name)" "LUV U".
Moral of the story: Don't mess with the shepherd.
I play OHOL on PC and track the family tree on my phone at my side. It's useful for many reasons!
Thank you, guys, for replying! I used to always type up my stories but I stopped after a while because it felt like I was reciting shakesphere to a brick wall. I'm glad you enjoyed the story!
This was a while back, before the lineage update and such. I was born into a small yet thriving town of about four/five people... All of which were girls aside from my uncle Tom. I was born as a baby boy. My mother hadn't even looked at me. She walked along, picking carrots and seeding carrots as if I didn't exist. Luckily, my uncle Tom came to the rescue. He had fed me carrots and berries, and had called me 'Jack'. The others absolutely dispised me, as I had survived, even when they had left me to die. I would show them. Once I grew of age, had taken to farming as well, though I also loved to smith. Then, I heard the death scream. My grandmother had killed my uncle Tom. She saw me and tried to kill me, too, but I lost her in the swamp to the west. I was beyond angry. How dare they kill my uncle, the only decent person in town?! I mostly stayed outside of camp, living off of berries while I planned my revenge. I had made a bow, a backpack from stolen rabbit furs, and four arrows. It was time to act! Instead of killing them off directly, however, I decided to build slowly. I took carts of carrots while they weren't looking. I picked the bushes dry and ate the berries. I shot anybody who had tried to venture out in search of more food or rabbit furs. I picked off any children who wandered even the slightest away from camp. After messing up a couple of times and accidently moving out from behind the trees while trying to shoot people, I quickly became known to the townsfolk. My grandmother was probably fifty something now, inches away from death. There were two more mothers, but they weren't arrow proof. I had killed everybody one by one until there were only three people left in town. There was my grandmother, my niece, and my baby nephew, who had only stayed alive because my niece had fed him, which is why I kept my niece alive. My grandmother told my niece about the '###-face who lived in the swamp like some disgusting ogre'. She flatly ignored my nephew, to nobody's surprise. Eventually, I came out of hiding and sat in the middle of camp. My grandmother had drawn her knife, the same one she had used to kill my uncle. But it was too late for her. I had shot her, and was able to get away by hiding behind the swamp trees. Her last words were 'f### you nameless s###', and these brought a smile to my face. My uncle had been avenged. I proceeded to hide the bow and arrows, and had started taking carrots back to the town. My niece and nephew didn't trust me at all at first at first, but they warmed up to me after I brought a fourth cart of carrots back. My niece had a name (I think it was 'Lola'), but my nephew didn't. I had decided to call him Tom, in honor of my uncle. My niece ended up having five girls and a boy, and all but two of the girls had lived as far as I know. My nephew grew up successfully and ended up teaching his own nephew how to smith. As for me? Well, I died of old age in the middle of town... But not before I had taken on an apprentice. The bandit lineage had lived on.
I killed anybody who killed my sheep without permission. I was in a large city, so this ended up being somewhere around twelve people. Everybody feared me. I hid all of the knives. I killed all of the geese. I hid the arrows. Nobody could do anything to end my reign of terror.
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"This snake ain't got nothin' on me."
Cause of death: rattlesnake.