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From the look of the family tree, I guess things aren't going so well... what with "Peter Murder" and "My fam is all retarded".. http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … el_id=8834

Ah well, what can you do. I just want to say, Babushka, (baby) I love you very much. I hope you took care of the knife I gave you and helped stop this "Peter" fella. Curious to know who became your heir.
Yeah, I know. Our fam pretty much sucks.
Just make sure you avoid the "cunty" ones and stick with the ones you love. Which is why I'm writing this out to my fave earthmans, (Aurora, Sandy, My unnamed granddaughter, Green, Tina Boots (whom I pied with in a previous life) and of course my two gals Babushki and Fire.) and not to Peter.

Stay cool, ma dudes!
Ily all

Don't get me wrong, I love OHOL. But I decided to try 2HOL after being constantly frustrated and mostly curious.
I'm a Mac user, so I went to the website for Macs and downloaded the zip. I got a folder called "clients_mac_master". I clicked on the OHOL symbol in it. It looked like the main game, only didn't have a version name. When I logged in I put my regular email and login code in and discovered it to be the same game, except it crashes a lot more. It has decay and only one seed a carrot, and I've mostly been spawned to eves (like the regular game), so I'm pretty sure I got lost somehow. Did I open the wrong file?
P.S.: This is the website I got it from-- https://github.com/frankvalentine/clients_mac
Thanks!

It starts like any other game. You come into it as a baby, excited to craft and learn and grow.
And then reality sets in.
You cry "F" expecting your mother to nurture and care for you. Instead you are left to starve.
So you think, "Well!" And you exhale and brush it off. You nervously laugh; "Let's try that again".
And then it happens again.
You start getting frustrated again, but your third mother takes you in. Most of the excitement comes back, and you are eager to learn once more.

And then reality sets in again.
Your mother forgets to feed you. You step on a snake. Some idiot lets a bear into town. There's a famine. There's a toddler with three pies in his backpack watching his mother cry out for food and starve. Someone kills a sheep. Someone tries to steal your shirt while you're dyeing it. The gold you harvested for a bell now sits as a crown upon an arrogant toddler's head because he was the first to snatch it up and run off with it (despite your pleas otherwise).
People ask for your clothes. People order for your clothes. No one farms. Everyone looks surprised when a famine occurs.
No one says goodbye when you die of old age. Conceited mothers snatch up your clothes eagerly and greedy babes tap at the clothes insistently.
There's a murder. Or two. Or three. All by the same dude. All in the same one hour, one life. The murderer you've managed to kill three or four times finally kills you and acts like a winner. You know you won't be coming back like he does, because he killed the only female (a new player desperately trying to figure out how to make fire).
There's a couple griefings as well. The hoe you spent ten years on has mysteriously gone missing. Or maybe it's decayed. Who cares? Hard soil lines the ground, no one steps up to make a new one. The only rope was used for a skirt, so a woman could "compliment her wool shirt" that she *totally* earned, instead of having it passed down from dear old grandma because she was a cute female baby (who later did nothing).
If you're thinking of buying this game, it will give you a new perspective. You will be frustrated with human nature, but you will be able to experience it, the good and the bad; whatever comes your way. So I recommend it.

I was born into a village that had just been griefed. Then, it was griefed again. Finally, after I had killed the griefer, we started to recover. She said she'd be back in a couple seconds. We decided not to keep babies. Minutes later one fool kept one baby. One damn baby was all it took. He was Martin, the third griefer. Probs the same one all times. We worked hard and cooperated but what can you do to protect from that.
I didn't end up seeing how it ended. I accidentally shot someone when trying to put the bow down, (I'm sorry!) and so starved myself. But there were three of us chasing Martin with bows, and he got home free. Even wrecked our kiln when we tried making pies from all the wheat he'd planted, dunno why thats even an option.
Look. Just... the re-spawns. If you murder in a town, or are murdered there you can't spawn there for, say, one hour. The people who were griefed or killed grievers would be kinda pissed, but if you love your town you should take the risk. I get attached to my towns and I know I would. And would give props to anyone who did.

Okay, first off, I'm going to admit something.
When the decay update was first launched I was mad. Really mad. I felt like I'd been cheated out of twenty dollars. I thought that Jason had decided that since he had our money he could do whatever he liked with the game, regardless of whether players liked it.
But, to be honest, I've adjusted to the update. I still say "Darnit, this update sucks. I am so sick of this game." when a tool breaks, or when I spawn as an eve for the eightieth time. But I do it jokingly. And I joke right along with the other village members, who are working with me to do the same thing.
If a village was large, no one would care about anyone else. In a small village we need to cooperate, and work as a team. The bow is left out, but in a small village no one murders. The girls joke about the babies sucking their life out, and the men joke about how bald they're getting.
In a large village, you wouldn't feel the same compassion for your village. You wouldn't risk your life to find seeds for your people. You would stuff three pies in your pack and then sit around getting yourself the full set of wool clothes. There would be no risk, no goals.
I dunno. Sure, it's a hard game. But I still play it.
I do it for the sense of community. For the small moments, like when I told people to leave a row for the great lord Cthulhu as well as one for seed. For when I make my last name explorer and call my son dora. For when, if I can't do it any more I give my child to a penguin "babysitter" called betsy, or recite a poem to my shocked and appalled young babe.
I personally think that the coolest thing is being able to make an impact on someone else's life. Maybe it's the baby you decided to spare, maybe it's a whole village you saved from a griefer. What you do with the people around you, whether you help or don't, is your impact and it lasts for longer than stone walls or monuments.
Definitely longer than sixty minutes.

P.S.: People, Jason knows you're mad. It's not like he's ignoring you.