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i like to know when the last female of our family dies or if theres a murderer. i usually keep it open for small towns (or when starting with/as an eve). was wondering who else does it too?

i thought they did but just slowly

sister, i knew you wouldnt let me live. mom had starved, reaching the farm a second too late. i waddled up to you in the farm at the tender age of 2, screaming "mom died".

sister, you were barely a toddler yourself but you said "say F". that was the last moment of kindness from you. but the moment i grew hair you said to me, "She died because of you. its your fault". i knew then you would not let me live.

we lived in harmony for some years. we were both too busy trying to forage for food to fight. we even raised some children together. i would always watch with worry when you took my children from the fire, carrying them off to god knows where, but you never harmed them.

but it didnt last long. i knew madness struck you the moment you, a grown woman, stepped into the fire and yelled "F" like a child. i fed you a carrot, yes i did. i felt kinship with you. i felt that perhaps we could mend our relationship. maybe you had forgiven me for mom's death.

but time passed, and you were a leach on our small carrot farm. doing nothing. sitting in the fire, eating every carrot in sight. you raised your children, yes. but at what cost? we were barely producing enough to sustain our growing town and i grew angry watching the children rushing about in a frenzy, trying to look for food.

when i gave birth for the third time i left camp. there was no food for me there. i went south to a cluster of berries, just enough to raise my children at. i told them about you and your awful ways. by the time madeline was born i had enough.

i tried to make an axe and a hoe with the iron our mother and her siblings had left us. i stuck the iron in the fire and placed them on a flat rock. you grabbed the hammer and struck the iron. and what did you make with it? a chisel and a file blank. i could see the evil on your face. you meant to make a knife. i knew it and i took madeline from camp, i told her to make a bow to slay you with. "kill my awful sister" i told her.

but madeline. sweet madeline. she was a noob. i taught her to make a bow but i could tell from her confused expression that she wouldn't succeed. i didnt stop trying though. i took every child of mine i had into the bushes, warning them about your awful ways while i raised them on a diet of berries. i hoped one of them would slay you. but they were too busy trying to farm or smith. i didnt fault them though. they were all sweet children who listened to my complaints.

as i was showing another child the way back to camp alfie ran up to me. he said "i saw aunt telling her kids to make a bow to kill you. watch out". i laughed. i knew you would. i knew you were born with evil.

when a someone die seconds from the farm, likely of starvation, i thought it was you. i scooped up the bones in a basket and shouted in triumph "my awful sister died!"

but then i saw you, on the other side of the fire. your evil smirk growing wider, "nope," you said. no concern for the child who had died.

i buried the child's bones and returned to my life of foraging. i didn't want to stay at camp with you hanging over my shoulder like a curse.

when i grew grey i walked back up to camp. there i saw you, a bow and arrow hanging from your hands. i bolted. i knew what you were here to do.

you chased me but i lost you. i knew the woods better than you from my years of foraging. you were always leeching off of camp, never far from its carrots.

as i wandered i happened upon a utopia, 5 berry bushes in a cluster. i laughed. i wished i could have raised my children there. by then i was quickly aging. my back hunched and my hair lost its colour. with 5 hunger left i trekked back to our camp. i saw some signs of life there. things had been moved from previous locations and the carrots hadn't seeded.

"hah i outlived that witch" i exclaimed.

but at what cost? bones littered the town. my only real useful contribution- a steel hoe and an axe were languishing in disuse. our children died young. our town would not survive.

so i lived, but our town died. our legacy was one of rage and sorrow.

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tldr: we got too deep into the rp and didnt do anything useful except eat all the food around the camp

our sister murdered our uncle and everyone else died from the famine. you and i spent the rest of our lives farming until we set out to find a camp with people. we found a camp but the people there were already dead. with our bodies withering away you and i decided to hunt a bear as our last act.

you died before i realized it. but i killed him brother. i killed him

https://imgur.com/HruXYXu

(if you find two carts filled with carrots at an abandoned camp go right. you will find a bear pelt and two sets of clothes. travel further and you will find an abandoned camp with lots and lots of carrots and milkweed)

i spawned in an abandoned village as an eve and named myself spring. i had six beautiful children (that i named first, second, and so on) who helped me with my ultimate quest of making a saw. i needed a goose and my (second?) daughter made a bow and arrow to fetch me a goose. i finally managed to get the goose grease when my sixth, a girl about the age of 8, shot me dead in front of the furnace. with my dying breath i ran over to the farm and told my daughter there that sixto killed me and that i loved her and to avenge my death.

i respawned in a different town and became a trapper. but i never forgot my family. at the age of 42 i starved while out hunting rabbits.

in my next life i was reborn in my village! my mother was unnamed and the spring family name wasn't continued but it was amazing to see that our village survived. i was reborn just in time to see sixto, withered and grey, pass away right before my eyes. when i was old enough i ran over to the farm and saw my fifth still watering the crops! she did not seem happy to see me but i watched her pass in old age as well.

i'm slightly disappointing they didn't manage to murder sixto to avenge my death. she wasn't holding the bow when she died so they probably managed to get it away from her. i tried figuring out what happened in the village after my death from the various corpses and i think everyone else died due to age. but i understand they might have let sixto live to carry on our bloodline. regardless, im very proud of all six of my children (even you sixto, you mother-murdering sicko) for keeping out small town alive.

(this is the first time that i got to see my family get so big! also thank you kids for finishing that saw. there were many carts when i came back and they were very useful)