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Also, I apologize for showing the plane to a troll.
Lava, I know that, and I agree. It sucks. But know that he would have found it regardless of my involvement. He was still young, and it stood right there outside of the main town, unsecured.
it was in plane sight
edit: and by that i mean, he wouldn't have needed me to find it, Tarr. It was right there, north-west of the camp, open to anyone to enter. you don't have to pretend this is serious, or that you're worth more than any other player.
ha ha
ollj, sweetie, was that you? you naughty boi
What's the point of marriage? I don't see a single reason why it would be necessary in OHOL, except simply to imitate the awful, awful real world we live in.
You might want to read my new post for an update on all that.
I am afraid there is great evil at work in this world, and I am not talking about the Mad God Jason. Please let me recount my story, so you understand what happened to me and how it shook me to the core.
I was born in "Freedom Villa", a town outside the rift populated by the Holly's. My life went well. I wore beautiful, fancy clothes. People were fond of me, and I healed many young ones when some murderers tried to bring us down. I spent fourty years in tranquility, and even made a few friends. One of them turned out to be a killer, so we put him down. The other one... was nice. He wore orange trousers and we got along well. We healed some people together, we took justice into our hands during a few incidents. Soon we bonded and he shared a secret with me. We were 40 years old by then.
- There is a plane. I want to find it. Know the plane?
- I've heard about it, I responded.
- Let's go look for it.
So we made our way to the West, through the wilderness. My friend told me the plane is used to bring iron to the rift. I was amazed, not only that someone would take the time to craft a plane and load it with iron, but also that we, who lived an easy life, would act with such altruism and help the others survive ; I realize now that, perhaps, helping them was just a way for us to survive too, because their death most likely meant ours.
I lost sight of my friend and kept going West, living off berries, burdock roots and cactus fruit. Soon I gave up and decided to head back to Freedom Villa. That's when I found it. Out in a swamp, surrounded by a fence, I stumbled upon the craft. It was like a secret hideout. A corpse was hidden behind a tree, knives were aligned on the ground, empty kerosene tanks too. I took the discovery in (needless to say, I had never seen a functional airplane in the game, ever.)
I ran back to my home, wearing new green trousers and a shining gold crown. It felt like I was coming back in triumph from a great war, or a perilous expedition. My friend was home too.
- Heyy!! I found it!
- Nice.
- Look at my crown!
- You are a king.
The only thing that was on my mind now was how badly I wanted to share the discovery with my friend. I told him we'd need kerosene tanks, he told me to bring two. In less than a minute, I was running West again, followed by my dear friend who had talked me into this in the first place. I felt smart for finding it before him, too.
We arrived. He looked impressed (as much as one can look impressed using the limited set of emotion this game allows.) We stood there for a moment, admiring the aircraft. Then he took out his knife and stabbed me.
- Oh.
- I'm sorry. Only one for the ride.
- I just wanted to show you. I didn't want to go.
- Sorry.
This revelation didn't come quite as a shock. I just felt disappointed, angry perhaps. To me, this plane was a miracle, an incredible feat from which all societies benefitted. It's like we, the Holly's were the nice and great and beautiful Americans throwing food supplies over the continent of Africa. That's how I saw it. My... friend, however, saw things differently.
- ... Why?
- I gotta wreck this machine. Reset the rift.
That's when it clicked. His goal was to destroy the thing and bring the families inside the rift to exhaustion. He wanted to cause a reset. He wanted us all to sink back in misery. As he put it, right before I died from bleeding out too much:
- NO ONE ESCAPES.
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Me: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=5061376
The friend: http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … id=5061376
As you can see, I never realized Jakelyn was my brother...
King of Potatoes' artwork is great. I love the artstyle. Thanks for bringing this over to us filthy occidentals
I mean, as long as people can still starve in a town, I highly doubt it's going to move past the tribal age
Ok well clearly Jason is just running tests and simulations using us, the players. Ollj, do you actually assume this is going to remain this way now? If so, you seem rather gullible and, quite frankly, very heated for nothing.
Clearly you've got to have the very first epoch: small eve camps everywhere, carrots as the main food source, barely any progress ever. I'd definitely have the epoch of the flourishing cities too, not like the recent ones, but the older ones, where nothing ever depleted and you could create buildings such as colorful casinos.
That's pretty neat. It has allowed me to meet another family for the first time. It was incredibly fun to learn each other's language.
I am completely out of the loop. Not a single post on here actually explains what is going on. I just know there's something going with murder, babies and rifts? Please help.
Imagine complaining even though you know exactly what you signed up for.
more playing, less whining
Good mantra ollj ^^ Maybe you should try it out.
Long haired male characters would be cool. A black person with long dreadlocks down their back, or a viking looking blonde guy with straight/wavy hair falling behind the shoulders.
Holy moly, your post is so outrageously ridiculous it prompted me to login just so I could tell you. People like you sound like this game is their job rather than a fun experience. That's sad.
You'd think people like you would learn to better hide their stuff if it keeps getting stolen by noobs. I understand you're complaining and I agree with your points but what's the purpose of venting here, considering most noobs don't venture on the forums (which is also the reason WHY they remain grounded in their noobish ways in the first place)
It has always been on the will do reddit list, lol.
Decoration and art is the only thing that actually matters in this game since everything else has no value or preciosity. These birds are worth more than any tool or machine you'll ever make in game
Maybe it's not that bad and you don't think much of it but I still want you to know that we don't all dislike you! I've always enjoyed your art, your jokes and your roleplay ideas. Honestly sometimes I'm happy when I see you make a goof on the forums, it's so lighthearted and fun compared to the boring discussions people insist on having
Definitely doesn't ruin it as much as seeing a baby run around taunting the village until it dies or running away with very clear suicidal thoughts. Those are much stranger ways to deal with suicide babies.
It seriously doesn't need a ruler. Just ask the elders of the family what is needed and try to listen when they ask you to do something, but else, you are free to do whatever you want.
Make it impossible to write an intelligible sentence when you're too drunk. Or make it say your sentences before you're finished typing, because you lack self control.
I like the lady