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Recommendedby Repenant
111.3 hours on record
Posted 5.3 years agoLast Played 2.3 years ago

I was raised with two other siblings, both named Bear by my mother. We lived in a well off but small village, subsisting off of the carrots that we could farm. My mother suppressed the use of pies, going so far as to kill my sister, who asked her why. I began to bake after I realized that everyone was dead, and after getting a good batch of rabbit pies, I put them in a cart and decided to run for it. I headed North, eventually finding a road and following it. Along the way, I saw my mother, staring sadly at a rock as she prepared to die. I told her my life's story, about how my mother oppressed me. Only later did I actually realize that she was my mother. Maybe it isn't the best to hear your son say how bad you were before you die. I followed the road further, and found the city that I had been in my previous life. There was something wrong with it, though. It was empty. I searched the streets, eventually finding two other men, who told me that there were no women. I told them my story, and they consoled me. I spent the rest of my days reinstating a decrepit carrot farm and building the graveyard. I saw one of the men pass away before my very eyes, and buried him. I then prepared for death. I gave a young boy my wolf hat, and headed to the graveyard, allowing myself to starve at the age of 53. 10 out of 10. P.S. We need banana creme pie!
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