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All one does with a lockbox is tell their fellow villagers they think they are better than everyone else.  There's nothing you can do to stop someone from going out of town and making a bow and arrow between the ages of 3 and 10, and then shooting someone.  Locks do nothing about that except delay/prevent justice.  You said "2 days ago"?  That's every other life for me these days.  Maybe you point your client directly at a server or play at more civilized times... I'm riding the reflector past midnight EST and it's pretty ugly out there.

My favorite locks?  The ones on the doors with all the medical supplies inside.  I love feeling like my kid doesn't deserve to have their boar wound healed.

But I think we're digressing on the issue of pens with the lock/lockbox discussion.  Which I obviously have strong, not-pen-related feelings about.

I think it's fair to say, and that you didn't address, that making a pen out of lockboxes would take a very long amount of time.  I also think that a car box is quite prohibitive for an entire pen.  You only get one lifetime to complete this, right?  Even with just base stones or posts, doing a well-done and complete pen in one lifetime is extremely difficult, especially when you toss in people taking/consuming the tools or resources you need.

As for the size, the picture is a mid-conversion of an existing pen. I agree, it's too small.. but it was what I had to work with. I did manage to (barely) complete the outer frame by the end of that lifetime.  Note that this project started because this pen had three wooden boxes in its design and someone decided to just walk away with two of them.  Did the person working on it die before putting in locks?  Did the get bored?  Think they were done? I don't know.  But they weren't lockboxes when I got there, and my complaint on boxes in pens is not theoretical.

Killing all the sheep requires a knife.  If they have a knife, the amount of grief they can cause is already very high.  In fact, someone who does kill all the sheep usually is loudly announcing that they need to be put down, and maybe we should be glad that they did so without killing anyone else?

I have enjoyed your using your diagrams in the past, btw.  Thank you very much for taking the time to write and draw that up.  I probably wouldn't be posting my thoughts on this right now if they hadn't helped me out earlier. 

I won't debate those points too much other than say that the second thread you linked has some very strong opinions that are worth reading for either side of the argument.  As requested, you cited your sources, bravo good sir.  And while it seems a lukewarm disapproval (he certainly could do more than mosquitoes to try and discouraging zooming/modding) it certainly is one.

Morally, this puts me in a quandary though.  The game is literally unplayable without some zoom for me (30 in monitor, the pixels in default look like poppy seeds... that can't be his artistic vision either!).  Also, the other quality of life input modifications from Awbz don't appear to be part of the discussion.  I don't feel like I'm cheating?

I feel like I'm the one playing the game the way everyone should be able to enjoy it. 

But the griefer can't pick up anything, so all they've done is provided a cache of weapons right next to the act for any/all who wish to make some sort of personal.... statement about it.

Uhm, in general, uh.... yeah?  I think that sounds like something people in general should be in agreement on.  At least when phrased like that.

The OP says  "She ran off somewhere and at the time i had presumed she just starved to death."

Lol... man, that's pretty damn callous.  I've never killed any of the mothers that have done that to me personally, but there have been times I've sure as hell let everyone around know what kind of a crap parent they are (if I manage to survive).  But hey, OP didn't care enough to let his daughter have a life, daughter felt the same about OP.  Even stevens, right?

But if OP wants to teach people instead of having kids, maybe OP should /SIDS until born a boy?  So we don't have a girl life wasted just dooming incoming players to neglect and possibly abandoning the game because players they need to support them are neglectful jerks?  While they're being righteously indignant and all.

My Mama was a kind woman named Violet, who had the uncommon sense to bring me to a warm part of town.  There, in a central hall of sorts with wooden floors and bear skin rugs, she clothed my head, body, and feet, and named me Selene.

Mama didn't ask me if I had many lives before, and her tour of the surroundings was brief.  You might think that was a sign of poverty to come; a life spent from berry to banana to root.  On the contrary I think we were both somewhat  awkwardly embarrassed by the pure undeserved wealth of the town around us.  It was.... huge.  Opulent.  Clean.  Well planned. At least three berry farms.  A bakery surrounded by plaster walls.  Tools and wood and stone and pies and clothing everywhere, plus roads and fences and animals in the pens and even more.  Even a small sign that I guess once had a name of the place on it, but now only had consonants (mostly V's), near the center of things.

Of course there was something missing.  Something wrong.  There always is, right?  There weren't any *people* to share this paradise with.   Aside from Mama, my older brother Thomas, myself, and maybe two or three others, this immense and filthy rich town was empty of people.

Mama told me I could be anything I wanted here, and why not?  You'd have to be downright foolish to starve in a place like this.  More likely, the problem was, there was *nobody* to be anything for.  I think, maybe, in the end that's what caused it.  Maybe that's what made him go bad.  All the things one could ever want and nobody to take and use those things to teach or make things for.

But for me, I made a plan.  A simple plan, for a simple life, one that I thought might just, for once, be full and fun and, well.. easy?  I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have my own children to care for, and that it wouldn't make too much sense to get too involved in anything complicated yet.  My twenties and thirties would be spent doing the most important work this town needed.... bringing new lives into the community. So the first part of the plan was spending my teens preparing the only hole I saw in this vast town's riches.  The same hole in every rich town's portfolio. I made a milkweed farm so I could have some dang thread and rope by the time my forties came.

As I ran on the edge of town to pick up some milkweed seeds I saw the most amazing thing.  An omen I'm told that shouldn't mean anything any more.  Meaning or not, though, I couldn't help but stop and stare as a horse with a golden crown galloped past the fruiting mango trees.

My first born was SIDS.  I was outside of town, so they couldn't see it.  That's a shame, our hour of life could have been very different for both of us if they had given what I had to offer a chance.  But that's the way things go.

When my next was born, I was ready.  I scooped her up, ran to Mama, and proudly showed my new girl off.  Mama coos and says she's a beauty, and I name the baby Violetta, little Violet, for Mama.  We kept her warm in the bearskin room, clothed her, and then took a whirlwind tour of this crazy town.  Like my mama before, I told her that she could be anything she wanted to here, but also to be good.  Violetta's eyes were filled with wonder at the town, and when her hair came in she took off in delight to play through our streets.

But you know how it goes.  There's not much time before I have a new girl in my arms.  I scoop her and run her over to Mama, but Mama is crying, because something has happened and her brother Johnny has died.  We give Uncle Johnny's clothes to my new baby, who I name Joanie in his honor, and make the best of things.  Again I show her the town and Joanie's eyes go big, seeing all the possibilities of such a lucky, lucky place to be born to.

Then,things get... unlucky.  I have another SIDS.  Why?!?  Who could look at what I am seeing and not want to be here?  I have shoes on, dammit!  If you're my baby, and I have shoes, you know you're probably gonna get shoes, right?  Who doesn't want to at least give that life a try?  I try to not take it personally, but we need people in the town, and it seems like there's me, Mama, my two daughters, my nephew, and my brother Thomas.  Mama is too old for babies now, while my daughters are too young.  Then another SIDS!  What is going on with this town?  With me?  We NEED babies!

Holy crap! Twins!  I ferry them to the bearskin room with Thomas and my nephew, well, crowding.  They're, like going on about how they can apprentice them, offering to feed them, and it's fun and all that but I'm trying to keep track of which is which and it's confusing. They're moving around.  Thomas is, like, naming my children after me, which is awkward, and I miss a step.  He's trying to feed the twins.  I accidentally feed one of the twins 3 times, and the other one not at all.  And then I'm trying to put clothes on one of them and I see the "F" hovering overhead and I can't drop what I'm holding to pick up the baby because we've got too much crap lying around nearby...

A second too slow.  One of the twins, the one Thomas named Selene (III), dies.

I'm distraught.  I wail that I'm the worst mother in the world, and Thomas scoops up my remaining twin and takes her away from me.  My other daughters try to console me, and I eventually work up the courage to go follow Thomas and see him feeding berries to the daughter of mine he named Selene (II).  The conversation is... distant.  I try to make a joke about what he's (not) wearing, since we have lots of clothes around, and it falls flat.  I'm thinking if I should try to grab my daughter and get her away from him, but maybe she will be better off with Thomas.  I'm not doing a good job here lately.  Maybe I should let it go.

Shortly later, my daughters and I gather around Mama, to say our last goodbyes, and to give her pack and clothes to Violetta's first child.  It's sad, but it's right.  I'm thinking that maybe things have been a mess, but I still have Violetta and Joanie, and I see them with their own children, and I'm starting to see more of them, and maybe this town has a chance after all?

The next two children are a disastrous blur.  Thomas steals another daughter that he names Selene from me, and I'm a mess, but I don't know what to do...  The bear-skinned room is filled with bones.  Maybe I am cursed?  This beautiful town and I can't seem to do the most basic thing and keep a child alive long enough to grow hair.  Is it my fault?  Is it Thomas's?  Is it both of ours?  Violetta and Joanie, born before the twins and Thomas's meddling are strong and capable and healthy...  But Leslie is the last, and I am not sure what goes wrong here.  Maybe I was too old?  Maybe she disconnected?  It wasn't SIDS.  I named her.  She spoke once.  I just know I ended up holding bones, and dropped them with a cry.

I warned my daughters, and they saw Thomas come for me.  I tried to ask him why, but he was not interested in any talk except that I take care of my children in my next life. As I bled out, I cursed him, and said that I had tried.  I wanted my last words to be a message of love to my Violetta and Joanie, but I failed there too.

Selene
43 years old
4 hours ago
Killed by Thomas
Final words: "I tried"

I can look at the family tree now and see that my older brother also murdered my nephew Silver, and was in turned killed by my grandson Izaiah. Which does not make me feel much better.  But I think that Joanie's children are still alive as of this moment, and maybe tomorrow my family will still be in that strange and beautiful town.  And that, truly, will be something extraordinary.

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