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This is definitely a long-shot, but is anyone here Light Sorrows? Or was part of the Sorrows family?
Light, it's your mom, Dynver! You were born right next to your uncle Thunder, thus I named you Light(ning). I asked if you were new, and you said yes--so new, in fact, that you didn't know how to farm. I taught you farming, and then I taught you how to bake pies. By the time I died, you were baking pies on your own.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you that teaching you was one of the most rewarding lives that I've had in this game. You and your surviving siblings--Langston, Lyle, Leonard, Lilac, and Lily--saved that dying town. I was the last girl, had twin girls right before I hit menopause, and then my line continued for more than 10 generations. I wish I could have seen what our little village became.
By teaching you how to do basic things, Light, I felt like I was really part of something big and expansive, like I was really making an impact in the game. I guess that's what OHOL is all about.
Jason--thank you so much for this! I love this update!
I tend to play the game like "this is the life I'm given, it may not be optimal, but I'll make the most of it." I think this speaks to the original intention of the game. But it's hard to play this way when babies keep suiciding left and right.
Twila--this is Sky! So happy to hear you made it! I thought for sure you would die without me or mom to feed you.
I'm sorry I couldn't live to see you thrive.
Elsi, my name was Fritz (aka Frito Lay), and I was your great grandniece and the bearer of the crown in my time.
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I was given the crown by my aunt Judith, who only had one child left whom she hated with a fiery passion (Daryl).
You can see that I killed my brother, who had no name. I killed him because I witnessed him picking up and arrow and attempting to put it on a bow. Luckily, he was too young to do so. He then tried to run from me and did not defend himself when we accused him of trying to make a weapon.
I spent most of my life trying to find a gold vein to work on the village bell...I was unsuccessful.
I had a daughter, Eliza, who wore the crown after I died. My two sons were also quite industrious, but they both died young, sadly.
When I left the town, we had more food than we knew what to do with. It's sad that the line eventually died out!
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I was born to a woman whose name did not match her personality--Lucifer Stark IV. We lived among the berry bushes in a large town with a long road leading north and east. Mom was kind and caring, and always encouraged me to follow my dreams. She held me until I grew my hair, and then told me to live as I pleased.
I saw nothing for me in the berry bushes, and I decided to set off to find my own way. I followed the road east and came across a few abandoned buildings. There was a hospital, a smithery, and a room full of unbaked bread. I donned the abandoned chef's hat, apron, and knife, and decided that it was my life goal to revitalize this part of town. I would start with the berry fields and the bakery.
I lived alone for many years and worked hard to sustain the berry farm and ignite the kiln. I noticed some odd relics of the past during my exploration of the area: fields of psychedelic mushrooms, notes scribbled with mysterious messages, broken tools. I worked hard to gather materials together until I gave birth to my first child, whom I named after my mother (Lucy II). I soon had another daughter named Lolita. I found a warm place and nourished myself and my children on pots of previously cooked stew.
I pride myself on being an exceptionally good mother, so I made it my utmost priority to care for my children, even at the cost of losing precious time for work. I was a rather fertile woman and constantly had babies until my hair turned grey. At one point, I had triplets! I didn't even know that such a thing was possible! I named my three daughters Annabelle, Bonnie, and Calliope. I accidentally bestowed my treasured chef's hat on Calliope, which was an omen of things to come...
Life went on around me and without me. My children revitalized the bakery on their own, and began making pies and bread. My eldest daughter had her first child, and proudly presented her baby to me. I lost a child who would not stop running on the nearby road. I lost another child, Juniper, when he was accused of dangerously harboring a knife and put to death by my elder brother, Mark Stark. Juniper ran up to me and tearfully told me what had happened, but I believed my brother, who previously warned us that Juniper was dangerous. I should have listened to my child...
At one point, I took it on myself to care for my grandson while his mother went back to work. During this time, I indulged in a psychedlic mushroom, confident in my abilities to care for my grandchild even in my inebriated state. I was old and I wanted to have a little fun. As I started tripping out, my older brother Mark came up behind me and stabbed me with his knife. I could hardly believe it--why would someone kill their own sister? Did he not think of all the time I had spent building up the ruins of this village? What of the children that I nursed, and the grandchildren that I was caring for?
I cursed Mark and warned my children. Calliope avenged me and stabbed Mark with her knife. My last words were ones of gratitude for this act of justice: "Thank you." If only I had focused on building up the hospital, perhaps I could have survived the attack.
Love to all my children: Lucy II, Lolita, Juniper (I'm sorry I didn't believe you), Stephanie, Anise, Annabelle, Bonnie, Calliope the Avenger, Rune (Runner), and Cowen (Cow). Much love to my grandchildren, especially those who carried on the legacy until Gen 12. I hope to see you all in another life.
I was born in an up and coming civilization with lots of farming. We were in a warm place in the intersection of a few biomes.
I am grateful to my mother Rachell for naming me. I was inspired by my aunts, Angel and Wendy. Angel, I named one of my most hardworking children after you. Wendy, you taught me how to farm. I carried on the tradition and passed on the loincloth after death.
I tried to raise all of my children well. I lost three--Will, Wateen (Water), and my nameless son who lived to his 20's. My nameless son did so well. He was very affected by his uncle Mondell's death. My biggest regret was not naming you, son. I would have called you Michael.
My three living children (at the time of my death at the age of 60), Ben, Angel (Jr.) and Potter (Pouch), made me so proud. Ben was later killed by a wolf, no doubt while on an expedition. Angel was an accomplished farmer and mother. Potter was with me until the very end. He was very funny, and always willing to help out.
Thank you for such a good run. I did not know much about playing the game, but I learned a lot from all of my fellow family.
Love,
Danica
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