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I tried to ask you "Who, why?" But you were starving already. I was Queeny.

I was there, ready to shoot you as I had other murderers troubling us. But you had already accepted your fate, you weren't running, and you dropped your weapon when you could. As I ran around announcing your crime, you opted to continue to starve and simple say "For delphi", "I die now."

Now, I get a different story. Delphia was my mother. Sandra, my grandmother, the queen at the time, who admired me as a baby. I was named Queeny, after my grandmother('s position), according to Delphia.  Another girl was born to an aunt shortly after, and Delphia asked who Sandra would pass the crown on to. Sandra replied she would to the hard worker among us. So Delphia told me to work hard. And I did. I watered, I composted, I transported mutton, I grew milkweed, I cooked, I brought tons of firewood into town, I killed murderers. And I kept so busy I didn't even notice the crown changing hands over the years, unless murder was involved.

But after the defense of the town in multiple high profile murder cases, you know what? People loved me. "All hail queeny" "Queeny is protector". Not all heroes wear capes they say, and I was the Queen[y] Without a Crown™. The crown makes people go mad. One of the murderers killed a kid who had a crown. It makes people go wacky, it makes a target of people. Plus, actions speak louder then words, and I don't respect someone who wears a crown and lets it go to their head, especially if they lack game knowledge, compared to the humble composter providing lifeblood to a settlement. To be recognized as a hero of the village regardless of the gaudy golden trinket felt really good.

I'm sad you took this dark oath to your grave. I'm sure Delphia, my own mother would've been happy to see what had become of her own branch of the family in me. I also don't quite get why you went for Sunshine. Did she end up getting the crown off of that kid who had been murdered for it? She didn't have it when you did it. If that's the case, you just murdered some random person, not the alleged person Delphia said you should get the crown from, the queen she asked you to kill, Sandra (gen 4) - who was also an incredibly nice player- I had finally assured everyone we were at peace once more, had just gotten some of the no-longer-bloody corpses out of there, when you struck. I admire your dedication to the bit and accepting full responsibility for it though, I can't lie. You weren't like that one racist murdering weirdo we had to kill. You had honor, in some weird twisted sense. But it was still an undeserved murder. She was going to die in a minute anyways!

But boy that was a good life. As an old crone I directed children to high priority tasks, showered them with hopes and praise, and fed a lonely boy at the fire, little Tony. We shared a heart warming moment at the fire together, as I spoke lovingly to him, and gave him my clothes, I got down to five hunger bars and he could start to grab stuff... He began to feed me instead now! He wanted me to get every last minute out of life. I pushed him away, sadly knowing, "No, It's time now"... And I ran far, not wanting to be boney clutter in town, or wastefully buried out of town...But I felt oddly sentimental, and had a sudden change of heart. I turned back just to get to the wells and see....Tony running towards me - berry in hand! He got right next to me, arm outstretched to raise the berry to my mouth, but it was too late already - "Death - Age 60".

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You know what you don't see anymore? Storehouses lined with excess supplies. (Now they're just single locked door rooms people hide weapons and a food stash in. A griever's dream) You know what you do see a lot of, especially nowadays, instead? Screens full of single tile crap items all over older settlements. If you're going to make more garbage, make more storage options. Its bad and only gotten worse rapidly.

You remember the arguments against artificial difficulty? That just kicking up the sliders on damage and health on enemies in games is not a rewarding change in experience? More steps and more items on the ground due to more intermediate stages... (drying corn, worms spread across two fields or more, one in use and one not, neglected seeded crops)...is not a rewarding change in experience. Added with the psychological effect of the knowledge that storage solutions will not last, and cannot be renewed long term makes it feel futile. I often suicide out of large towns that have already exhausted all the natural resources in a wide expanse of area. They're often frustrating for that reason, inevitable griefers not included.

Carts will break and trees cannot be reproduced. You could make a limited income of baskets from straw if you're careful with compost. But it's not fun. If you see a bunch of carts in a town you know that it will start sunsetting soon. No one builds a storehouse for a bunch of them anymore because what's the point? In the great words of the Nine Inch Nails and Johnny Cash, sometimes it feels like my only true legacy to descendants is, "An empire of dirt, and you can have it all..."

They wont see it if its on screen when you mention it.

Looking at this from a logistic perspective. I hate graves. They take up valuable space, they do not rot, people misplace and burn through shovels needed for other important work. A griefer can just waste shovels clicking them over and over. People take the precious baskets we have, load up carts and leave the shovel ten screens outside of town, burying everything they can. They limit the ability of the town to expand in directions, and do work in some cases. A home of adobe will rot before a marked grave. Oh, and please, stop taking flat stones from the smith.

Taking bones out of town to rot is a good thing. It keeps the town clean. But Burying every unnamed starved baby, relative who died before you were born and have no known connection to, is a big waste of space time and resources. Not to mention walking around multi-screen graveyards is a pain in the arse. You'll spend the equivalent of ingame months walking around some of these crawling expanding monstrous atrocities. Please do not bury me, I do not want to be a permanent scar on the town I want to grow. My handiwork here wont last forever, why should my stupid useless grave?

From a balance perspective Morti, you're barking up the wrong tree looking for a moral conflict. You should instead be looking for graves to be able to be pass-through so they can't be used for pens. People wouldn't be doing it if it weren't a valid option. It would also mitigate how much traveling around big graves sucks and wastes precious time. I miss common fence pens, but they're too grievable by the ignorant and malicious alike. But I would really love seeing more of them. Isn't a pen made out of empty trash pits or "filled bone pits" equally silly? When you remove emotional attachment, they're just holes to be filled with things either way. We can walk over one, why not the other?

These arguments are penned from purely logistic and balance perspective. I will get in character and on rare occasional bury a precious loved one. I'm not opposed to graves, I just do not like their current implementation.

-To Sprinkles and Dashes Blazina (Spring and Dazel Blazina)

   My most beloved. Your grandmother entered this empty husk of a town that made every tool, had boxes and carts ready to go, but never had any sheep and fell tragically short on milkweed. Your grandmother starved as I grew older, and the only other person in town, an old man died. It was my town alone now - me and my sister, Sun's, of course. But she told me of another town Northwest, and I never saw her again.
I wasted no time, many bushes needed watering. If we were going to have sheep we would need carrots and milkweed. I looked far and eventually made a rope, I planted carrots, I maintained the berries. And I dug a massive sheep pit, the first time I actually completed one by myself!
    Then Dashes, you came along, and Sprinkles shortly after. I was already middle aged, and you may have both been boys but I was happy to see someone could inherit my hard work at least! I would waste no time restoring what this town lacked for them, or so I thought.  I left Sprinkles with Dashes to go hunt sheep, only to find I had misplaced my rope! I wasted so much more time looking for more milkweed. Always prioritize sheep and compost children! Or this will be your fate!
    Dashes, thank you for trying to help me find some! I remember Mom had dropped some milkweed when I was born to carry me south from the wilderness, so I decided to go spot that one piece. It was all we needed to finish a rope. And so North I wandered. I did not find the milkweed, I found another town. Was this what Sun spoke of? It was straight north, not northwest. A few people of various age were running around, including a creepy boy with a creepy face with a knife. I approached the others, and before I could finish saying "Greetings from the south!" the little prick stabbed me! I got to call out his name and witness revenge though, as another relative quickly took a bow and shot him down.
    I don't know what was crueler to you poor lads. My butchering as a heinous random act of violence while I sought supplies for our home, The fate that you did not get a sister to live with you to protect, for I hit menopause while I ran north - seriously, why is it raining kids always, right up until you find your own personal town? Or the fact that the town got so far to begin with without compost - I can only hope you'll get what you need before it becomes too difficult to do. I'm sorry for the promise of sheep I could not live up to.
   Please be strong

...oh nevermind, look like you both starved... I made so many pies and watered so many bushes for nothing.

No thanks. Multiplayer Murder Farmville doesn't need any more help going down that direction. I want technology. Advancement. Progress. Society. Not more places to spread dirt and bloody smash the people who don't.

I was hoping more for the heavy handed balance changes to Multiplayer Farmville after more content had come along. Things were just getting comfortable for new players to learn. Not every player is a coordinated society tycoon in a discord managing vast soil logistics. Vast majority of us are not in fact. Maybe scale back berry regrowth but 60 was too much. 15, ,25, 35, 45, whatever. Just let someone see them in their life.

Steam Engines when?

I just wanna bring the thread back around with a post like OP's, since so many people are calling out very specific connections.

-The unknown connections, the lost ones - The missed connections. The people who taught us before we knew how to do some of the most basic of activities. The people who showed us the prep rituals needed to work ovens kilns and forges. The patient tired parents who explained what a seed row is and how berries regrow. The relatives who inspired us to be more then food sponges wandering from one meal to the next, but rather creators of something. I'm sorry I never got to thank you more personally, either because I ran off and/or died, you ran off and/or died, forgot, or we were so busy with doing our work together there was no time. Whatever the case may have been, thank you for getting me to where I'm at in the game now.

What's your take on it RedBug? Unique perspective? Anything to add? Oh, I see!

https://onehouronelife.com/forums/viewtopic.php?id=1955 Fenix's perspective

http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … _id=242775 And I believe that is Fenix, Solo's nephew.
What's up with your murder death?
-The happy ending I see from reading your thread is that the key was found and the trapped player was freed! Good job! It doesn't sound like mass murder was happening after my death but I'm still watching the family tree to see.

So many people bringing up so many good points!

While abandoning and killing children makes me feel awful, I lack Morti's hard convicted dedication to raising all, but I try my best! But the fear of starving, and starving my children becomes more and more real as they keep popping out and I have to stop explaining whatever I was to the last one. It creates an internal drama and anxiety for me. I get very anxious as my productivity inversely drops against my rising need need for calories, now and for growing children later. It detracts from my efficiency badly. Sometimes the stress becomes too much, and I've said "Ok this run is screwed now". I'm trying to get better with this. Morti seems content to die and prove the point however, which also bothers me too though. I want to give them all a chance. A real chance.

Alleria had a similar experience to the one I shared. We worked together with Morti on separate occasions and were impressed with efficiency. We were both eager to keep up the work after seeing it. We need more exemplary players to inspire exemplary behavior in others. Actions speak louder then words, and sharing words is hard in game sometimes.

I understand talking and teaching in game can be tough, but no one will ever get better if you only take in those who say stuff like "i", "pro". Therefore the only people will play are those who care to research recipes on their own, and the same few people who have always been around. Player population will stagnate and decline. Actions speak louder then words. Just keep them warm and continue to work hard and fast in view of them. Give them a name, and maybe a quick tour, and let them watch you work magic quickly so they have a standard set for them to meet early. It worked for me, it (maybe?) worked for Alleria.

. Hello kindred spirit!

First of all, thanks for sharing your heart. You'll always have a willing ear with me to hear your troubles if you need. Second of all I respect your viewpoints on the game very much and agree with the majority of your post, the parts I don't care for as much I also realize are partially coming from vented frustrations as well. Since that's what I basically started this thread doing, venting woes, I must respect that as well.

Now, I'm not too intimate with the unique OHOL forum-player culture. "q" is relatively new to me. I only picked it up from some signature, and don't really dig the labeling myself as a baby unless I have some connection to the family or town already.
  I enjoy eve and early camp game play, and am still trying to master my efficiency in these stages. This has caused me to experiment with strategy. When I first started this game I loved all my children and focused more on the social aspect as I learned. The more I learned the more I wanted efficiency and the less I socialized (generally speaking). So in the name of efficient early Eve game play I've been trying different strategies often discussed here and seen in game commonly. One of the first that made me quite sad to do was abandoning boys - as an Eve and in low-food camps. It escalated to abandoning all children as an Eve until various tech thresholds were met. And if a busy mother or Eve abandoned me in any of those circumstances I understood, sometimes even volunteering if it looked like they were the doting type I used to be, berry hugging every child who comes along.

...So during my short lived runs I mentioned before, I get spawned to an Eve. I'm a boy. Eve is busy making rope and hatchet, and has a basket. Doesn't matter, she keeps me. Ok, interesting. At one point, they say "I'm Morti" in between tempruns. Again, I don't lurk super hard, but the name rung a bell. So I decide to try that thing for once, and say "Q?" "Nah." Morti moves along efficiently with me following when needed. We get a nice patch of desert and berries when another kid pops out. IIRC another boy. Keeps that child too! Now I'm both impressed and skeptical, but this eve is moving quite well and was giving us names when a third kid popped out. I believe a girl. Of course he keeps her. Right? Because of that weird keep the girls culture? No. This eve has raised a daughter with two older brothers and no crops. Respect.

  I had just hit the right age to be useful. I was eager to match your pace for this daring undertaking, Morti. I really was. Seeing kindness and skill blended into one patient player was refreshing. I so easily get bent out of shape doing one or the other too much for too long. If I keep all the children as an eve in a food filled greenland, I get anxious I'm not getting anything done for them to have later, and how teaching through in game speak is difficult while doing it - they never stop popping out!
On the other hand though, If I go rush kiln, oven, tools, crops, etc., I get sad at how many children end up getting left behind, and sometimes I dont even manage to have a girl, or child to inherit it. I could improve in efficiency but, as a baby I always sadly understood when abandoned. As a mother though it pains the heart, the cruelty many deem necessary in this game.

Seeing your noble undertaking inspired me that life - which was cut tragically short. I smacked a tree by accident and lost my temperature too far from food, or tripped on an obscured rattlesnake or something. It genuinely saddened me, but you made a strong impression in that short time we had together earlier.

The culture...Oh boy. Teaching and learning is one of the most rewarding experiences in this game. Reading about Joriom's exploits in the big thread, seeing all the old (and occasional new) threads about griefing, appalled me. I don't care if it was to prove a point,  the ends do not justify the means. Many players legitimately had their experience with the game ruined and probably went on to speak ill of it, or speak nothing at all if they didn't return, just in that one single named player's spree. Victims, survivors, viewers, descendants who pieced together the aftermath - a ruined town with every berry bush dug up found by an Eve. Awful seeds were planted into players.

  Those who stuck around took on a culture of paranoia, with asinine talk of guards who are supposed to stand in one spot for thirty years of their life to guard the stinking crops. Maybe some of the murder then happens through overzealous paranoids, or miscommunications - or by people who have dealt with it so much they think nothing of it for a minor offence via ignorance (Not knowing how domestic berry bushes work for example). Maybe some of those who hang around even get fed up themselves and go on a grieving spree to get their frustration out eventually, or for morbid curiosity - and the culture is propagated further.

  The last thing I want this society building game to become is some crappy 2D PVP thing. But sometimes I feel it's too late, even if Jason makes no further change to the killing system. The seeds of that culture have already been planted in the hearts and minds of victims and survivors. My brief living with you was inspiring, and your views which were clear in game on child raising are commendable!! -and you're clearly an efficient encyclopedia of in game recipes, I'm sorry I couldn't help you with that family more, truly. I've had amazing experiences teaching and learning. Sharing them has always been wonderful. Dealing with decaying mismanaged uncoordinated large uneducated societies can be a problematic beast to wrangle when it comes to having those experiences. However, a culture of fear, perceived scarcity, "selective" breeding, and paranoia on top of direct griefing is the last thing we need on top of that.

...I suppose with all this rot, decay, and entropy ruining more advanced societies, maybe there's nothing wrong with slowing down our early game to give the kids a better chance. All of 'em! This is especially important with the lineage ban, considering low-pop servers, non-peak hours, and situations where those kids might be the only kids you get. So thank you, Morti, and I hope your troubles turn around!