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Yay! It's me exclaiming 'wooo!'  Thank you for posting this. Hoping this bug didn't inconvenience too many people.

I used to get excited at being born in large civilizations that were bustling with activity and people, and to a point, I still do! I love it. You can actually have a little bit more leniency towards talking with people, forming a mini-culture, and compiling a back story and history of the immediate area you can come across!

But I agree, It is a bit tedious when you come to realize that much of the time, even after being born to a productive clan, it seems to decompose into a muddling array of people who end up 'sitting by the watercooler' and not contributing much - not only that but they tend to pull others into it to. This tends to start as a result of a murder, and then it devolves into nonproduction as they lose focus.

People need a LOT of reminders of what is important...but at a certain point I come to wonder if it is worth it, how often am I heard by these players when they do this?

It is at this point in civilization that I come to reflect on my own actual real life civilization outside of the game. People take conveniences for granted. They treat their lives as a chatroom and forget how to survive and to contribute. They think only for themselves. They devour the berry bushes and pies. They drain the stews and leave nothing in the wake except for their debris and empty bowls.

It is at this point that I find a new sort of quest to try to manage, to maintain...

I'll start working on an already made satellite village or a road to more sources. It's interesting the help that picks up along the way. When there's too many cooks in the kitchen, you gotta spread them out and people need to find more abstract ways of contribution.

I find starting in Eve runs EXTREMELY challenging for me. I don't know what that means for me as a player. I both love and I hate it. I've been slowly getting better at it. I'm a slow learner, I've been playing since March, but I'm persistent. That's important for me to be.

I like the rare chance to be born into old civilizations that need renewal. That's challenging in its own way.

Can someone bring those of us who were gone for a week up to speed on what the whole Tarr situation is about?

I was Fennec Wonderly. Born to a town just as Ava Wonderly started smithing a bunch of knives, pissong someone else off about how they used all of his supplies and we kept a watchful eye on her. I was barely an adult when I took matters into my own hands and grabbed one of the many knives she dumped and stabbed her. I was sure to have witnesses. People cheered and fed me while she fruitlessly attempted to turn the town against me.

Something in my heart ignited. I was happy just working the fields all day and finding compost. This town needed someone to cheer for. My mother Kaori nodded on in approval and shadowed me to be sure I would go in good directions. The hospital was in the middle, it was small but had the necessities. I guarded it fiercely and birthed many children there in the safe and warm building. Justice, Liberty, Honor, to name the ones who lived to adulthood. Soon..I heard whispers about there being a cursed adult. A mother cried that she didn't know and that she felt somethin' real terrible about it. I listened as people continued to talk about this person stealin supplies and running around too quick for anyone to catch. Somethin' in me knew...it knew...that I might go toe to toe with this scoundrel one day.

I shuddered.
Hadn't I seen enough death?

I wandered the streets a bit aimlessly, wondering where this person might be. I explored the alleys, the streets. Something pulled me south. I decided to go there. The wild.

I kept finding weird places for our supplies, like an axe head or a chisel. I was inspecting what I found when I heard something drop from just a screen above me. They must not have heard me? I wandered up and saw a pickaxe. What on earth...?
Then I hovered my mouse to see who was dropping our supplies and saw it. The cursed person. Ignazio Wanderly.
I didn't even say anything..they were suddenly very still. I wandered up like I was going to walk off, but took my knife out and stabbed the tree they were hiding behind.
They continued to hide, even as they bled everywhere.

My food had been full, thankfully. I heard I think Jackson Wonderly come wandering down. Jackson was the one who seemed the most disturbed at this cursed person. Barely saying a word, they took their knife out and proceeded to hack the player down the tree, instantly killing them. We had committed a double murder! My first!

It was really something watching our people running down from seemingly nowhere right after this happened, but it was fun.

My kids welcomed us back and Honor followed, learning our ways of the law. She got me a sheriff hat and we ran around making sure people were following in line and not trying to stir up trouble. It was awesome. We had a group of us and we all had knives lol

I think, if i recall correctly.. our deputies were:
Forest, Jackson, Leon, Honor, Justice...I might be forgetting some. If I missed you let me know!

Thanks for the awesome life!

I honestly didn't think I'd be saved. I don't think my mom meant to kill me, she seemed pretty honest about it but I was still leery that she wanted to give me a knife in the middle of a crowded area...like..mom? come on lol

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you were pretty awesome. You put a lot of work into the place and I could see that. Thanks for trusting me! I tried to give the knife to someone who I also saw working hard and she was a bit isolated so I wanted her to be safe.

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I was just born as Eabha Wiza http://lineage.onehouronelife.com/serve … &id=982363

Family still going strong. Mom killed me on accident trying to give me a knife. People kept giving me knives and I kept witnessing weird murders. So much responsibility. I shoveled some poo. Saved some bushes. Told people to plant carrots. Hung out with northern farmer girl and gave her one of the knives someone tried gifting me.

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OH YAY

MYRTLE WIZA! My daughter! If you see this, the line continued on from your line haha

Fire in desert lol

At the very least it would be really cool to see wild rice.

I spoke in baby spanish and I was the last born child, a male, of a dying civ that would have otherwise probably lasted a little while longer. I wanted to practice my poor spanish abilities because I've been wanting to find some sort of an outlet.

Anyway, to make a long story short, mom got mad I was her last kid and she didn't have a girl to pass on to. She took a knife out and stabbed me after telling me to 'speak right' and then cursed me. Another dude came along and cursed me.

Those were my second and third curses I'd ever received. Sort of wished I earned them differently, but, eh.

Stars_For_Ellyn#9701  is my discord

I was just a lonely man who lived third gen in Ace fam civilization. I thought it be mighty time to make a wife of my life.

I sought after a beauty named Jan, who was queen at the time. We were roughly the same age when I lay eyes on her.

her brother and son fought me off though. took the clothes off my back. I chased another. Savannah. Didn't notice me at all.

Then...

Dalia.
My sweet Dalia.

I made her pies and she said her children were mine.

She didn't love me.

She wanted me to get her a knife. The current king and I disagreed. Then she wanted bow. I told her to learn to make arrows but I wasn't gonna teach her.

She was 'unwell'. I told our children. They listened. I went off to spy more supplies but she chased after me with such a beautiful fury. She shot me down. Said I assaulted her.

Oh well.

Live and learn.