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I was born as Bill Peinado to a town, which was actually in famine, though I did not know that then. My mother ran with me into the wilderness, and said she would raise me there. I probably should have realised there was a famine then... anyway, I was raised there and then put back into the town to live my life. My mother told me she was going to set up a milkweed farm a few biomes away, and left as soon as I grew. I never saw her again.

My childhood consisted of rapidly watering the berry bushes, hoping and praying that at least one female would stay alive. During this time I witnessed the birth of a cursed child, whose mother was repulsed. However, a man named Charles insisted that she was given a chance for redemption, and so she was. I was not sure if this was a good idea or not, but Charles had a knife, so I assumed he had a backup plan.

Charles began to kill when I was young, but he only killed males. I suppose this redeemed him a little, but he was still a killer and was cursed pretty heavily, though many cursers had no tokens left. He was sarcastic and sour. We all hated him, I'm sure. His last murder was on my brother, and I felt induced to say something, so I shouted "killer!". Charles was not impressed. He said "No shit Sherlock! What did you think I was, a surgeon?"

Thoroughly abashed, I mumbled "lol maybe idk" in reply, mainly so as not to look stupid, but I heard Charles laugh at my comment. I got back to watering the bushes, not wishing to be killed myself.

A few years later I was joined by a young lady, younger than me, named Girl. She spoke, asking if we had a fire, and her voice was deep and resounding - the cursed child. I froze in fear, but told her that we didn't, and needed one. She thanked me and left. Despite the demonic edge to her voice, I felt butterflies in my stomach - oh no. No no no. Only I could fall in love with a cursed woman. But fall in love I did, and I was nervous when she joined me near the berry bushes.

Eventually, she spoke to me and to Charles too. Charles had been cursed but the knife was gone, so there was nothing more we could do about him. May as well be nice. He was sort of accepted as a member of society. Girl said to us that there were no more females. We agreed, and she said she supposed she'd have to repopulate. I sympathised with her, and then she said "Well, I at least deserve a proposal."

I was giddy. I stuttered something about giving me some time, and then rushed off to find something... anything... a rose! Yes, a rose. But there are no rose plants... can I grow one? No! Not enough time! Okay, how about... clothes! Clothes.... no family rabbit holes... no fur... no seals... ugh! I need to marry her soon! What can I get? Think think think... what's that? Indigo? That'll do! Grab it, quick... what do you mean, I need a sharp stone? It's a plant! Oh well, oh well... a sharp stone! Grab it... cut the indigo... ooh, a nice bundle. Go go go, take it to Girl! Aaaah!

Girl had already had her first baby, a little boy, when I arrived back, and I gave her a proposal speech... here it is, more or less.

"Girl. I looked for roses, but there weren't any, so I got indigo. Um, imagine I'm down on one knee. [Girl: Imagining...] While you're at it, imagine that I'm really handsome. [Girl: Ok... I'll have to imagine pretty hard for that one.] [Charles: Lol] So, Girl... will you marry me? {realises what Girl just said} Woah! That was a bit harsh! [Girl: Ok then.] [Charles: Ew, incest!]

At this point, I realised Girl was my little sister... oh well. Charles joked with Girl about incest, and I jokingly 'protected' her from him. We had some good times, at the top of the berry bush farm. Our little boy grew and said "Dad" to me, which made me glow with pride, and Girl told him to be careful and to live. We waited for Charles' kind words, and they were soon delivered. "Bask in the glory of my penis." "NO" exclaimed Girl and I said "Oi!". Little Lenny ran away to live a good life, and we happily sat and talked at the top of the berry bush farm. Girl soon had a little girl, and named her Orchid.

Orchid lived a good life and had many children, but I'm getting ahead of myself. We had another little girl, and Girl let me name her. I named her Lily, and Girl cared for her. Another little girl came along, and Girl wondered what to name her. I saw my opportunity and took it. I said "You should name her Beautiful, after yourself." Girl smiled and said "Oh you." And then named the baby Ogheneruona, which I gasped at and called it a mouthful of a name. Girl scolded me and told me it was cute, so I agreed. Nobody wants to get on the wrong side of their wives.

We had another girl, who Girl named Ogheneruno (another mouthful but I had learnt my lesson by now) and who we loved dearly. However Girl confessed to me that she really wanted another boy. Our Lenny had died when he was young, causing much heartbreak and grief amongst us. Poor Lenny. I asked her what she would name it, and she said she wanted to name her boy Kenneth. I told her it was a lovely name.

An old woman named Hayley ran over and asked if 'that douche who killed everyone' was dead, and I assumed she meant Charles. I hadn't seen him in a while, and told her that maybe he was. Then he appeared! He was old, and took off the sheep skin I had made him wear in front of the kids. "Gah!" I said. "Cover your eyes, children!" Charles was very casual about it all, and said "Here I go." We all said our goodbyes, and how much we appreciated him. He just rolled his eyes and replied "K bye" and died. We buried him and really did miss him.

Life was great, and we lived happily together. It seemed we would not get our baby boy, but we were happy. Of course something had to go wrong. Hayley reappeared, and instead of speaking, she just shot my Girl and then died. I screamed "Noo!" but I knew we had no medical supplies. I told her I loved her, and she replied that she loved me forever and always. She told me to look after the kids, and then gave birth to a little boy. Finally. I picked him up and showed him to her, smiling weakly through tears. "Look." I said. "A boy." 

"Oh lovely." she said weakly, and softly sank onto the floor. I weeped over her death, but did not forget what I owed our children. I fed them until they grew. I named our little boy Kenneth and wished both of them good luck.

Soon I had grown old, and my daughters and son were very nice and kind, as I wished them to be. I had to be a surrogate mother for one of Lily's children for a while, but she came back. Then one of my daughters, I think maybe either Ogheneruno or Ogheneruona, gave birth to a little boy. She said "Ugh. I'm not taking care of a boy" and then ran. I light-heartedly said "males aren't that bad", and then took the little one into my care. To my horror, another young lady told me to kill all males. Our berry bush farm was abundant in berries at this point, so there was no point in abandoning babies. We needed to repopulate. I named the little one Tommy, and he grew to be a good boy.

Now I was hit with the realisation that my family were not so kind. They killed boys - one of my daughters named their daughter 'Feminazi' , which was changed to Femi. She did this because I had kept Tommy instead of abandoning him, and I remember her saying "Ah, a strong inpenet woman." She actually misspelled independent like that. And then I prepared to die, with a bowl of berries and a sad face. A great niece (grand-daughter really) called Rose saw me preparing for death, and came over and said "RIP." I was grateful at first, then she said "give me your clothes." I wore a sheep skin and a straw hat, and took offense at this not-even-trying-to-be-subtle statement. I stubbornly said "I'm not dead yet." and she walked away.

I said my last words, and then sat in silence. Rose returned and said "I'm waiting. Hurry up and die. Die now!". Annoyed, I said "That is very kind of you, but no." Rose said "Yes!", and then I ate a berry, repeated my last words, and ran. If anyone was to have my clothes, it was not to be her. It could be a lucky scrounger some time later. I wanted to die where my wife had died, next to the bow and the arrow that killed her, but the arrow and bow had been taken and I didn't want Rose to take my clothes. So I ended up dying in a golden meadow, next to a rabbit, biomes away from my family and left with the unsettling thought that maybe this wasn't such a happy ending to my story.

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I've been digging around in the forums for a bit but can't find anything that says how to do this. I'm pretty sure I've read it somewhere, so sorry if this is said somewhere else. I just want to mess around on the tutorial for a bit. Does anyone know how to do this?

I was born in a decent-sized town, with sheep and farms and whatnot. I was named Frey, and I decided to take on the job of shepherd. For the first twenty or so years of my life, this is where I remained; feeding the sheep, shearing them, feeding them, shearing them - the cycle went on. It was so boring, so tedious. Until I found the bow.
One day I found a bow, and I decided that now I would be a hunter. I was excited and looked for arrows, but there was no string. Always, I would see unfinished arrows, missing only string. So I looked around for milkweed, but instead I found something far better. It was a corpse, along with a mouflon fur, a wolf hat, a backpack and two arrows. I was delighted! Eagerly, I snatched up the loot and ran back to the town. My bow had not been moved. Happily, I wandered around town, showing off my new gear. Then I prepared to leave town.
And gave birth to my first child. He was very sweet and chatted to me throughout his childhood. I named him Chandler and took him on a tour around town, leaving my bow for now. I thought I would be able to hunt when Chandler had grown. However, as soon as he grew, I had my second child, another boy. It was a decision I knew I had to make. I told Chandler to take my bow and explore, hunt, whatever he liked. A dying old man had given him gear similar to mine when he was younger, so he was well protected. My only wish was that he came home safely.
Joey grew but died shortly after while I was holding him. I was distraught, so I searched for my other son. He was too young to use the bow at the moment. Then I recalled a moment we had had when Chandler was little. I had asked him if he had a home marker saying to go north, and he said yes. We wondered where it went, and if we could find out one day. Now, I made up my mind to ask if he would accompany me to find out where it went, but he asked me first. I accepted, and we packed food and arrows in my case, and then set off. I had nobody to say good-bye to - my mother had committed suicide when I was young.
We travelled north for ages, stopping only to restock on food, and I took the bow with me. Chandler held a bowl of berries, which was more useful, but I couldn't part with my bow. Then, my third son was born. I had to choose him over the bow. I left the bow behind sadly, but I gained a wonderful son. I named him Ross and he came with us on our journey. I gave him my clothes but kept my backpack. Soon, I had to replace my arrows with food, as it grew scarce, but I had no bow to use them with any more.
There was a scary episode when Chandler ran off to find food and did not return for a long time, and Ross and I didn't know if he was alive or not. But he came back to us, and we set off again as a family. Things were happy and food was quite plentiful for many more years.
Then there was that fateful day when we came across a boar. It was the first boar I had ever seen, and I was quite happy. Until it attacked Chandler. He had a gaping hole in his stomach, and we had no resources to save him. Ross and I screamed "Nooo!", but Chandler said calmly, "It's ok.". He soothed us and told us to finish the journey, and his final words ended up being "You're welcome", in response to me thanking him for journeying with us.
After Chandler's death, Ross and I were alone. We travelled for a long time on our own, and I knew we were close because the home marker kept changing from north to north-west. We spoke little, but I was growing old, and I didn't have a lot of hunger any more. I really wanted to see the place we had been searching for all our lives, but I doubted I would. I told Ross to keep an eye out for me on the forums, and he said he would.
Soon after this, I was attacked by a rattlesnake. Ross was distraught again, but I tried to soothe him like Chandler had so bravely done. I told him I loved him and that I believed he could finish the journey alone. I wished him good luck and then died, leaving Ross alone and utterly lost in the world.

Ross, if you're here, tell me; did you finish the journey? I can see by the family tree that you died from a wild boar, which was very sad because Chandler went the same way, but did you get anywhere? Tell me in a story or just speak to me, I don't mind which. I know you said you don't have an account, but it would mean a lot if you replied.

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I was born a girl to a large town and given the name of Jessie. Initially, I wanted to bake pies, but we already had about seven people and we were mass producing pies, so I left in search of another job. There was only one boy looking after the sheep, so I decided to put on a straw hat and become a shepherd. I joined Knight in the pen and asked if I could help him, and he said 'sure'. So we raised many sheep together and scooped the poop (though that was mainly me!). Not much happened in the years as I grew up, so I'll fast forward a little bit.
I was a teenager and of child rearing age when I realised that I had a crush on Knight. I wanted to marry him and for us to watch our children grow up together, but I was shy. I barely spoke to him, and eventually he left the pen. I don't know what he did next, but I missed him. One day as I was tending to the sheep, the Queen came along and killed some sheep. I didn't contradict her, because she was the Queen, but I felt that she should shear the sheep before killing them. Someone told her so, but she ignored them. Later this Queen was killed because she wanted to kill all boys, but I'm getting ahead of myself. The berry farm was far away from the sheep, so I had to make a journey from the pen, to the berry farm, to the carrot farm, to the pen again. It was on one of these journeys that I saw a baby boy born in the forge area. He asked for food, but his mother just said 'sorry'. She must have been to busy smithing to take care of a baby. So, I took the baby under my wing. The only thing I asked his mother for was to name him, so that he wouldn't be just nameless. To my delight, she named him 'Jessie'.
I want you to know, Jessie Jr.'s mum, if you're here, that I have no hard feelings towards you.
Jessie Jr. and I took a tour around the town, before I gave him clothes and a backpack. It warmed my heart when, after his mother named him, Jessie Jr. said "ur" "mum" "now". When Jessie grew, I wished him good luck and released him into the wild. Then came another thirty boring years of farming and shepherding, though other people had taken over my job as a shepherd now. We had a sheep leakage once, but we fixed it pretty quickly.
A while later, I was eating some berries when Knight, my childhood sweetheart, came over to me. He said "Jessie", and I felt all those feelings resurface in me again. I said "yeah?" and he placed his backpack on the floor. "Here you are my dear". I felt all giddy, but all I said was "thanks!" and he walked off again.
I never saw him again after that.
It was now that my hair started to fall out, and lost its colour slightly. I had had no children. But I realised that wasn't true. I had Jessie Jr. I looked around for him, fearing the worst, but found him safe and sound. We had a nice chat, in which I told him that I had had no other children, and to do me proud. He said he would help the town and I said he was the best son I could ask for. He promised to bury me when I died, and I told him I would die at the forges where he was born.
After this, I tried to shepherd for a while again, but it was so hard to make the journeys between the farms that I just gave up after a while. Instead, I made a little clothes shop, except the clothes were free. It was too late in my life, I think, to start making clothes, so I recycled clothes that were lying around and got some donations from elderly people. I helped four babies get clothing early on in their lives. However, soon it became too hard, and I took a berry and went to the forges to die. As I arrived, there were two blacksmiths. One was my sister.
"I'm going to die here, ok?" I said.
"Ok," said my sister.
We spoke for ages about our lives and how we hadn't seen our mother in ages. Then I brought up Jessie Jr.
"A man called Jessie will look for me" I said. "Show him my body pls."
"Ok," my sister agreed."Related?"
"No," I said.
"Lover?"
"No. I adopted him."
"Aww! Cute!" she exclaimed. We spoke a while longer, before I decided to dedicate my last words to Jessie Jr.
"Better get some last words in," I said. And then I realised how hilarious it would be if those were my last words. But I was going to dedicate them to Jessie Jr....
"Yep" said my sister. And then "Hold them there!"
Jessie Jr. or humour...
My son or humour...
It was an easy choice.

I went for humour.

And shortly afterwards, I died. Sorry Jessie Jr.!

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