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A cursed (but adorable) file..

Two cursed hatchets

This is a small list of things you can do (or not do) to make the game more enjoyable for both yourself and your fellow villagers. Feel free to add your own tips in the comments because I’m sure I’ll miss a bunch of things.

-Do you see a cart lying around? First, make sure there’s no one around working with it. I know it sucks having to make a new cart from scratch but it’s even worse when you make one yourself, only to turn around for a moment and someone has run off with it. If there’s someone near the cart, ask if you can use it. If the answer is no, don’t be salty, just go and make your own. If you don’t know how, ask around.

-You want a backpack? We all do! Before asking your mother or anyone else around for the clothing off their back, make sure there aren’t any rabbit furs already laying around waiting to be tailored. If there aren’t any, and you plan on working outside the village, ask politely to borrow theirs. Make sure to keep good on your promise and trap some rabbits, make them into a pack and return it to the kind person who loaned theirs to you. People are always pleasantly surprised when I return with a new pack for them.

*To add on to the last one, don’t sew all of the furs together if there are already enough packs for the people living there. Everything decays and you don’t want to waste furs if there’s no one around to make use of them.

-Need to borrow a tool like an axe or hatchet? Make sure to bring the axe back to where you found it after chopping trees (only chop the useless trees like willows in the swamp and desert trees!) and bring your wood to the hatchet to chop your kindling.

-Do not feed people unless they ask to be fed. You could not only ruin someone’s yum streak, but you could also be wasting food if they’ve only lost one pip and you feed them a slice of pie. You could also be mistaken for a griefer and be killed despite you just wanting to help. There are far more useful jobs to be done, just ask what needs doing.

-Are you new and curious? Before you go up to the forge and start messing around with things, picking them up to see what they do, watch the smith from a few tiles away, out of their work zone. Don’t block the flat rocks or the hammer or anything else they’re trying to work with. Ask if they can teach you or simply try to learn by watching closely.

-Do not run off as a baby unless you intend to kill yourself. I know you want to see the city and look around to see where everything is and what needs to be done, but you should stay put where your mother sets you down (unless it’s a cold or hot tile, then it’s fine to find a perfect temp spot to sit on). Ask her if she will give you a tour. Most times she will oblige if she’s not busy.

-If you’re a mother and have no last name but anyone else in the family still has the surname, bring your babies up to them and ask if they will name your child. If you have a name in mind, tell them. Sometimes you’ll get a rude player who names your baby “sh*t” or something of that nature but hey, at least they have the surname now! Lol

-If you see someone else already working on a job that you wanted to do (ex. Smithing, trapping, baking, etc.) ask if you can help them before just barging in. Smithing is always more efficient with two people. One fires the iron blooms while the other waits with a round stone to hammer on the flat rocks and remove them for the next batch.

-A town only needs one big fire unless everything is very spread out. If you see someone light a kindling and set a bowl of water/shavings/stew next to it, do NOT keep adding wood to it. The purpose is to let it turn to coals so they can use it for whatever they were planning to do. It’s annoying to have to keep telling players to let it turn to coals and they don’t listen so you have to go far away to start yet another fire and pray to the OHOL gods that no one comes along and tosses wood on it again. Not only do you waste firewood by keeping more than one big fire, you also waste someone’s time and patience. Mistakes happen, so be sure to apologize if you were in the wrong.

I’m sure there’s a bunch more things I’m missing, so leave them in the comments! I hope this helps at least a few people. PS don’t make rabbit fur shoes, they dum.

Sam was born to a comatose mother in the wilds before she was quickly whisked back to town by her great uncle Jim. He gave her a name and kept her fed as she grew to toddlerhood in the warmth of the fire. Her blonde curls soon grew in and it was time for her to fend for herself. With berry in hand, she had been looking around her village to see what needed to be done, until she noticed a boy about ten years older than her. He had brown hair and a kind smile. His name was Laaibah.

His mission in life was to make as much paper as possible so they could all leave something behind for the next generations. Sam was intrigued from the beginning and when she saw him preparing coals and bowls of wood shavings, she hopped in to the printing press and began helping him mass produce paper. It was peaceful work and they were very efficient together. She knew she had to see more of him so she went out in search of more short shafts.

While in the wild, Sam almost ran into a bear! She ran home with her basket of shafts and told Laaibah of her close brush with death. He said he would take care of it in a few minutes, but then things quickly turned sour within the town.

There was a blonde man running around with a knife, claiming to chase Platon, but he stood next to a young girl beside the berry farm and stabbed her in the gut. Sam quickly ushered her to the hospital and patched her up, then rushed back to the scene to see Laaibah had stabbed the guilty man. She fed him berries amidst the chaos and the villagers cheered on his heroics.

Her heart full of admiration and love for this man, Sam took a piece of paper that they had made together and ran into the wilds to write in secret. She placed two roses and the note in a basket and hurried home. She found him again at the printing press and he stopped what he was doing when he saw her basket in hand. She placed it at his feet and nervously told him to read the note.

“:Will you marry me?” He read aloud. “Oh, how sweet.” She blushed at his words, so relieved to finally be able to tell him how she felt. He agreed and they affirmed their love and admiration for each other before sealing their marriage with a kiss.

Children came not long afterwards. Violet was their first daughter and Laaibah passed some of his clothing to her. Among the children were Phoenix, Blue, August, and Laaibah Jr. Each of them were given an article of his clothing and Sam came to admire Laaibah’s generosity even more.

Life was peaceful for a while... until the bears came. It roared through the town, devouring babies and the unexpecting. There was no bow to be found in camp, so Sam decided she would make a run for milkweed in the wilds. She caught sight of her husband before she left and shouted for him to be safe while she was gone. Worried but determined, she searched and searched before reluctantly coming home with one stalk short of a rope.

She was disappointed in herself but she came across the sight of her husband standing next to the bear above the bakery and writing down a warning to never touch it. Thankfully someone had fed the bear, and soon after, Laaibah ran into the wilds with a chunk of mutton to feed the other.

He returned shortly, but unfortunately the years had begun to weigh him down. Her heart broke at the thought of being without him soon so she asked if they could make one more batch of paper. “What better way to end my life,” he agreed. Sam ran to the wilds and brought back shafts as fast as she could while her husband prepared the fire and water. Someone had put firewood on their coal fire and he pleaded for them not to. Sam rushed to light another kindling away from the others but sadly, Laaibah had run out of time..

“My time comes. I love you.” He breathed out before collapsing at her feet. Her heart was broken but she continued their unfinished work and made a few more pages. “Here lies Laaibah, loving father and husband —Sam” she wrote before she too began feeling the weight of the years.

As her time ran out, she found her daughter Violet and asked to be buried beside her beloved husband. Violet placed his bones beside a bundle of indigo and ushered her over to her spot. Her heart full, she left the world peacefully beside her daughter and her love. “I love you all.”

This is to my mother, Ken, and my two older brothers, Simona and Simone. I was Hope, the last girl. I want to know what happened to all of you and tell the story of my life. I was quite young when I noticed one of my brothers running around with a bow and arrow. I was worried since I was well aware of my status as the last female left. He seemed to be chasing me with it so I quickly made a home marker, filled my pack with food and ran east.

I had a lot of close calls in the wilderness, ranging from snakes to boars. I decided to make a bow and arrow and return to kill the brother I believed was trying to kill me. I had just finished the bow and arrow when I had my first daughter, who I named Berry. I told her to take a basket of food and follow me once she was old enough to grab, but she sadly starved with a basket of berries in her hands and begging for food.

I was very close to home when I had my second daughter, Isobel. She seemed much smarter and I raised her until she could grab and then she followed. I ran into our town with bow in my hands, ready to duel, but I was shocked to see the fresh graves of my entire family. There were two knives laying around that weren’t there when I left, and I checked the lineage to see that mother was killed by Simona and Simona was killed by Simone. She thanked him, so I guess you all thought I had died and killed each other thinking it was all over.

I hid the bow and kept the knives with me, only passing them on to those I trusted. I had two more daughters, Eliza and Stevie, and everyone started work on something. I lived to old age surrounded by my wonderful daughters and grandchildren, and our family continued on for eleven more generations before it died out.

I’m sorry if you all believed I died! I worried for my safety but it all worked out in the end.