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My mother was an Eve. I was born in the midst of her search for food in the grasslands. I was her first born child- a boy. She was a great mom, one of the best I have ever had. She was quick to snatch me up and didn't dare to set me down for even a second until I could hold things on my own. She hadn't yet given herself a last name, but she made sure to name me. Bana, that was the name she chose.

As she showed me around our little plot of nothing, I noticed that the snow biome was incredible close. She told me that she planned to make a village there, that we'd need fire and clothes. I thought it was a terrible idea, I was almost surprised she even brought it up. The snow biome? But, what about food?! Will we be able to survive? I never really got to ask her that...

I had two little sisters; Fishel and Archivaldo. The first was a victim of starvation. Mom paid it no thought, things happen in the arctic. The second stayed around, although briefly. Mom had starved to death trying to care for her. It was up to me to take care of my little sister who had barely turned one... But I was barely a toddler myself. I could've been no more than five, the icy winds from the arctic only a few steps south and the grass tickling up my legs. There wasn't any food close enough when she came to me, crying out "F" for food. I hurried to the closest berry bush I could but it was too late.

She died trying to catch up.

There I was, alone. My mother and two sister's bones scattered so close by.

"Should I just give up now?" I asked the howling winds as they stung my face, "I'm alone out here..."
No, I concluded, balling up my fists and taking a look around. I had to survive. If not for me, then for my fallen family. I knew I couldn't have children, our legacy would die as quickly as it started... But I could at least survive.

So I did.

I started with a milkweed farm. There was plenty around, but I needed tools. I was going to do exactly what Mom wanted me to. Six lined up in a row and a broken hoe later and we were on our way. Only a bit south was a lone pond. I needed bowls. Luckily, before Mom had left, she made some adobe. I used that to make what I needed and it wasn't long before a fire and three bowls accompanied me.

This place was starting to look like a little settlement. I was proud of myself, but couldn't help frowning. If only Mom or my sisters were here to see this, to enjoy it like I had.

With my abundance of milkweed, I made a snare. Food wasn't a concern yet. There were berries scattered about and tons of onions only a little north. To the east, I had found a mix of savanna, jungles and badlands. It was dangerous, but the perfect place to hunt rabbits.

One snare was all I needed. I was, after all, only one man. I caught about a dozen rabbits by the time I was thirty five and made myself a backpack and shawl. It wasn't a lot, but to me, it was the world.

Around this time, I found myself traveling further for food. I decided it was best to start a little berry farm. It was easy enough to get the dirt and seeds... But the single pond I found was almost dry. I had to go on a journey.

I walked for what felt like ages, south. South, there had to be something south. Just as I was about to turn back, I found it. Two, full and untouched ponds sitting side by side. They were far, but it wouldn't be the last time I visited them.

I brought back water to this farm of mine three times, feasting on wild foods as I reached my fifties. My farm was almost complete, but on my last trip back, I made a near fatal mistake.

I hadn't seen those mosquitoes until I felt their sting. Crying out, I dropped my bowl and dashed back to the bitter grasslands. I could feel my temperature rising and the sweat drip from my brow. I lay there, feeling my stomach grow painfully empty from the illness.

"This is it for me," I thought as that terrifying bell of death grew louder and faster in my ears, "I failed you, Mom."

But just then, I felt my fever dropping. I had survived and right next to me, a wild onion grew, ignorant to my experience. I plucked it and stuffed it into my mouth quickly, feeling myself instantly come back from the brink of death. With a sigh of relief, I set myself on heading back home, snatching up my bowl on the way.

There, I watered my last bush. I survived my last few years on cooked rabbit and berries. When I turned fifty-nine and I knew I had lived through it all, I went to my family's graveyards and sat there, uttering my last sentence as the world grew more peaceful, more silent around me.

"I made it, Ma... I'm sorry."

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Today I had an interesting experience with two families on OHOL. First, I started with the Schuler family, descending of Eve Speed. My name was Ganiyah. The entire family had set themselves on making the apocalypse. Well, I naturally agreed to help in their endeavors. They ended up putting me in a bugged area where I couldn't move until I was fourteen and I could help try to place one of their blocks onto a standing stone. This, naturally didn't work and they proceeded to let me starve to death at nineteen. It was a funny experience, of course, but kind of strange. Immediately after, I was born to the daughter of an Eve. I was named Barbie Mori. This family was a little less weird. I ended up helping my relatives make quite a decent settlement and we were doing a good job until my daughter had a son who absolutely despised her. I didn't quite mind this- I was already an old lady going about my business. Well, around the time I turned fifty-five, my grandson pulls me aside and starts telling me how his mother is evil and kindly asks me to help him create a knife. With less than five minutes left to live, I explain how I can't teach him that, but I can teach him to make a bow and arrow instead. It was a nice affectionate bonding moment. Anyway, as I'm about to die, I say goodbye to everyone and make my little speech, crowning my grandson as new tribe leader and wishing him luck on his quest. About five minutes later I go to check the family tree to see if he succeeded.

... turns out they both died of starvation, despite us having plenty of food lying about.

Anyway, if you're named Lucielle, Lydia, Alana, Kito, Cito, Falcon, Lyulf or Cobalt, it's probably me, lol.