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In my most recent life I was born to an Eve in the middle of a desert. We had a kiln, some pottery waiting to be fired and… no tools. As I grew, explored, and asked around, I soon discovered that there was no green biome close by or big enough to properly start an Eve camp, let alone sustain it as it grew.

Mom was good to us, brought us bananas and kept us fed, but my sisters and I knew we couldn’t stay. I ran off early and found enough milkweed to make the basic tools. When I made it home, they still hadn’t progressed.

I went out again to look for a more sustainable spot. I started giving birth on the way. Two girls. My sisters reincarnated apparently. I was having no luck finding a good spot in that direction and took them back to base. We stood around, trying to decide what to do. My daughters decided it was a lost cause, but I was not willing to give up. I told them I was going north, while they decided to suicide.

I ran for a while, abandoning my first baby on the way. I’ve been trying to be good to my babies and give them a chance lately, but it was not the time for a little boy. He died. Eventually I found a nice jungle at the corner of a swamp and woodland. It was perfect. But I’d been an adult for a while and was worried I would not have another girl this life.
I started setting up camp, and as I did, I gave birth to another boy. Igor. He was wonderful, and helped me set up camp. He was a little pushy about his little brothers, trying to get them to kill themselves so that I could have a girl, but he had good intentions. He was also right. Every boy I had was one baby closer to the end of our little camp.

I stayed well fed in the middle of the jungle, doing my best to serve my role as a baby machine while Igor set the rest of the camp up. I was growing worried. Surely I was going to become too old soon, right?

Then Igor had an idea. He would kill himself, and try to come back as a girl.

It was a worrying idea for a mother who loved all of her sons, but with my biological clock ticking, I didn’t know what else to do. He was bit by mosquitoes at the time anyway, so I let him die.

Immediately after Igor’s death, out popped a little girl! “It worked!” I said.

“Y,” said the baby. Igor was back!

The timing was perfect. I went grey right away, and fed my new son/daughter bananas until she was old enough to feed herself.

Without the stress of popping out babies, I went back to doing more dangerous tasks. I returned to my old home to see if there was anything salvageable. There wasn’t much worth using, just an old hatchet, some baskets, rope, and unfired pottery. We had clay at home, so it wasn’t worth a second trip. But I let my daughter know where it was in case she wanted to see it someday.

I trapped rabbits then wandered around looking for iron. As I worked I grew more and more tired. My back started to hurt, and I knew I couldn’t keep it up. I returned to camp to find my daughter setting up the forge. I helped her as best I could, then I stood back. I was too old. I would die soon, and she had had no babies.

She popped out a little boy just as I was thinking that I would never see a grandchild. What a talkative boy he was! I couldn’t understand half of what he said, but I’m pretty sure he was swearing at some point in his little baby babble.

My daughter and I were both worried. “No idea,” I said to her as she looked at me in confusion. “He’s a weirdo.”

The last thing I heard as I died of old age was the babbling of my offended grandson. “WTF gma?”

It was a good life in the end.

I'd like to add Doctor as a legitimate job that needs a knife, and with the rise in population, it might be time for doctors to make a comeback.

Of course, it's probably more efficient to just ask the shepherd or baker if they know how to cure an arrow wound before passing on the knife, but having someone RP a doctor for a bit might spread the word of clinics and healing to the newbies who panic the moment they are stabbed.

I love this idea! we desperately need a way to clean up the wheat clutter.

We need town criers. Someone wearing a backpack full of notes with generic noob advice who periodically runs through the berry fields and reads them.

Well there you go, Aname. This might be why you got stabbed.

I absolutely love this idea! Giving the babies the option to lineage ban themselves saves everyone time and frustration. Thanks!

Yeah, the baby probably lied to avoid getting stuck in her mom's arms. Some moms ask so they know whether or not to let go of the baby. It doesn't sound like she had much of a choice anyway, and even if she was legitimately given a choice, what would have happened? Your sister would have put her down exactly like she did, and the baby would have run away, exactly like she did. No difference, except the baby said yes instead of no.

It sucks, but I'm not sure this update is working the way it should. So many kids just standing around, or being forced to stay and running off to grief. This hasn't been the friendliest of updates, and it's pretty evident based on the reactions on all sides.

Yeah, Eve camps can be rough with the wild animals. You sort of get better at dodging them, but I got caught by a few wild animals today, even with the experience I supposedly have.

Glad to hear the sheep pen was working out round the end. I let one out early and reeealy wanted to fix that problem.

The noob camp itself wasn't that great. The spot I left you in as a baby was probably better, because it was at least warm. Just ignore the snake. I stole the tools from the noob camp in hopes of growing better crops by the desert, but it took a while, raising kids and all that, and my daughter didn't live. So back home it was.

My main goal in the city was to fix the sheep pen, with the gate that let the sheep out when you opened it. My ins and outs as an old lady were me bringing back long shafts for the fence. I legit got lost looking for maple trees to fix that pen and I just gave up finding my way home.

Yeah, I was worried this might anger people, but I also understand that Jason wants to keep things true to his vision. Watched a woman hold her child in a death grip till he was well past the age he should have been breast feeding. He wanted to suicide. It was such a waste of everyone's time and resources. I'm interested to see how this turns out in the long run though.

Aw, I'm sorry you didn't get to the berries in time. I'm sure we would have done even better with two ladies running the place!

Edit: Also thank you, Morti, for posting the family tree. I should remember to do that myself, but I just like writing stories so much that I tend to forget.

Oh god!

But yeah, a lot of the times after you die as an Eve, it's entirely up to luck with the future generations. Sometimes you're lucky as an Eve and birth amazingly useful kids, sometimes you do great as an Eve but future generations are full of newbies who destroy the lineage. There's only so much you can do.