 | | Recommended | by Vinstofle
22.8 hours on record |
| | Posted 7.7 years ago | Last Played 5.7 years ago |
I started a new girl in a bustling tribe. A famine washed over us, and three of us were lucky enough to survive. I, the only woman, had three daughters, all but the last starved to death after they stopped breastfeeding (and not lack of food in the area I might add). The last one thrived on her own, visiting my old self at the farm every once in a while to say hi, and it really made me feel like she was my child, I loved it. Unfortunately, and without any children born, she died in her early twenties to a roaming bear. Amazingly, I felt grief as I sat next to her grave as an old woman, the last of her tribe, and in her final resting place. 10-10 would recommend this to anyone. |
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