a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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I was born to an nameless mother of the Dover clan north of our little village. She named me Ocelotl.
When I first was brought to town there were a couple things that, even at a young age, I found odd. First was that every single person in town was a ginger. Second, there were a lot of people running around for such a small village. Too many. I could tell there was not enough food for all of us. Some say that no baby should ever have to worry about starvation. I was not given that privilege.
When I finally grew hair, I only had one thought on my mind: Food.
I quickly ran north, collecting a few berries in a basket along the way, until I found a small area of the perfect temperature. I stayed in that area for years, never having contact with another person in all that time. Some say long periods of social isolation can have serious negative effects on a person, but I seemed to turn out fine.
At least that is what I told myself.
I must have been in my late teens by the time I decided to head back to the village. Perhaps the isolation finally became too much for me.
There were noticeably a lot less people in the village when I arived. They were, however, all still gingers. All but a single man, my second cousin, Negan III.
Looking around my small village, I started to feel some guilt about abandoning it all those years ago. Although there wasn't a food shortage any longer, the village had not progressed at all. I quickly started working at the forge, trying to make up for lost time. The years passed and all was well.
That is until SHE arrived.
Her name was Unknown. She stood a couple tiles away from the forge, never moving, never eating, just staring at all the people who passed. I felt some vague nostalgia at the sight, as if remembering something from past lives. These vague memories told me that similar comatose states were not uncommon and, if fed, the person usually recovered in time. As our food shortage was no longer an issue, I tried feeding her a berry.
Imagine my surprise when the berry passed right through her.
Holding in my scream, I asked others if they could see her too. Some claimed they could, but I wondered if they agreed just to appease me. Did all those years of isolation affect me more than I originally thought? I may have deemed myself insane if it wasn't for the odd occurrences that started happening after her arrival.
You see, upon her appearance, we could no longer have children.
Years passed without a single birth among us. How could this be possible? There were so many fertile women in the village. How could not a single one of us have a baby in all those years?
Was I imagining that glint of amusement in Unknown's eyes?
As a few of the older women hit menopause, we were starting to worry. We needed children, and fast. Finally, after years of hope and prayer, a baby arrived. The entire village rejoiced! Everyone but Unknown, that is. I must have imagined that anger behind her blank stare. She wasn't really there after all. It was just my imagination, right? She COULDN'T be there. No one could last so long without eating.
To our dismay, that baby soon died. And the next. And the next. Stillbirth after stillbirth, Unknown continued to stare, a cynical pleasure behind her eyes.
We suffered years of stillbirths and we were getting desperate. All fertile women now stood by the fire, hoping that the warmth would somehow help our fertility. It must of worked, as soon we were blessed with a healthy little baby girl, my daughter, whom I named Love. Once again our village rejoiced! We were so busy pampering her with love that I didn't notice when my milk dried. My poor little baby didn't utter a peep as she starved to death in my arms.
I was distraught. How could I have let that happen? How?! My poor baby was dead! Because of me!
No!
It wasn't my fault.
IT WAS HER'S!!
Unknown's blank stare ate at my soul. She killed my baby! How could she do this to us? What did we do to deserve this?
Soon, despite Unknown's best efforts, we were blessed with another baby girl, the first to survive to childhood. I couldn't help but feel a bit of accomplishment. Unknown seemed to have no power over this one.
After ensuring the little angel's safety, I went back to smithing. I tried my best to ignore Unknown, who was still standing eerily by the kiln. She had lost. We had won. There was no reason to give her any thought any longer. At least, that is what I assumed.
It wasn't long before I heard the poor little angel's mother crying out for her. She was missing. A frantic search ensued. After what seemed like a lifetime of searching, all we found of her was a pile of bones. We were too late. We had failed. Our village was dead.
Angry, I ran to Unknown. I was unsure what I was going to do to her but filled with blind rage as I was, I was going to make her suffer at my hands the same way we all had suffered at her's. However, when I arrived at the kiln she was gone. Her mission complete, she had vanished without a trace. I would never be able to enact my revenge.
The rest of my life was a blur. Her face haunted me every second of every day. I couldn't shake the feeling of her being somewhere out there, laughing at us in our misery. She had doomed us all.
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=1120637
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So, that was the most interesting life I've had in a while. It isn't the first time I've come across that glitch. One of the odd consequences of connection issues. I had only ever seen it happen on roads up until this play-through. It is basically just a visage (for lack of a better word) of the person left in a certain spot, while they are actually off somewhere else. I am pretty sure Unknown left our camp early on and settled elsewhere. Her line continued for a short while after our's died out. The visage must have disappeared when she died at age 50:
http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=1120619
Thank you to all the people that made this life a fun one!
Also, I apologize: I am not the best writer. I am a whole lot better with numbers than I am with words. I am awful with names too. Once I find the names of the people mentioned in the family tree, I will add them in my post. I hope you enjoyed reading it regardless!
Last edited by VioletLily (2018-09-21 06:04:00)
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Wow.
That’s some great writing. Nice storytelling.
Last edited by Lotus (2018-09-21 19:15:03)
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That's so sad :'(
Thank you for sharing.
Last edited by Tea (2018-09-21 19:31:19)
The one and only Eve Kelderman
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An interesting, well written story.
Unknown's last words are pretty ominous. So even that fits rather well.
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