 | | Recommended | by Satisfied Onion
8.0 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.7 years ago | Last Played 7.7 years ago |
As a newborn I was dependent on my mother. From the very moment I picked up my first basket, she left me. I wondered across the land, finding the remnants of an old village. Building off what they previously made, I gave birth to 7 children. I had only 2 farms, and 4 of them starved. A pack of wolves came and killed two of them. My last son and I survived off the land until I passed away of old age, my son wearing my clothes, and eating from my farm. 10 out of 10 would watch all of my children die again. |
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