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Yeah, genetics wld be cool. Then you could tell your kids, "You look just like your grandma, but your sister looks more like your uncle." I had a mother who had really light skin but her ma and bro had dark skin. She kept going around saying "I'm adopted!" XD
KISS
Keep It Simple, Stupid.
What if.. every time you killed someone you would have less chance of spawning in a large village? Kind of like if you run away as a baby.
Every time you killed someone the chance of you spawning in a village would be low. The longer you survived as an Eve or the child of an Eve, the higher the chance of spawning in a village would get.
If you are just an average player who killed a griefer, the consequences won't be high. Average players can survive for a while in the wild, whereas grievers are too stupid to be able to do anything other than live off others and make trouble. The incentive to kill a griefer planting wheat might be lower, but if you were dedicated to your village you would sacrifice.
Also, monument/structure idea: Watchtowers that would make your screen zoom out for five secs when clicked. A policeman could use it to check how everyone was doing, whereas there aren't really any advantages for a griefer.
To my grandmother.
You were an Eve. Your last name was something like Ugarna, I don't remember. I was George, the kid who wanted to learn to smith.
I'm sorry I kept forgetting the bellows, it was my first time. My stupidness meant you never got to see the tool I made with the iron, you were old and you couldn't hang in forever.
Well, I finally made it-- a pickaxe, upon request of Forest. (Who later brought home two gold crowns, what a miner!) I was destined to die young, due to lag of the most horrendous kind.
Thank you for teaching me. You gave me knowledge I will always remember. I love you so much, gramma.
Also thanks to my ma. You were a great farmer, and your clothes were helpful.
I'm sure the rest of you were great too. I hope the farm's still going strong.
In case you were wondering: Here's what happened in the aftermath.
I was born to the town north. An old woman told me the village south of ours was having problems with food. They had been raiding our supplies earlier so they'd disabled the carts and been more careful. I think after you died no one else wanted to raid. I took them over four baskets of full carrots. There were like three people left. Hopefully they got their shit together, because they didn't raid us any more, but they also may have died. I'm pretty sure you lived there because there was a shielded monolith a bit south from us, as you'd mentioned.
I was born into a huge village. Shortly after a bear went rampaging, killing everyone he could. I hid in the carrot stockroom with the door closed until he was killed, since I was only four. Unfortunately he brought the whole town with me, everyone except the boy who had killed him, a very old lady, me and another young girl. She and I were the only fertile females. When the woman had her first baby she killed it, said it had been a griefer. I didn't believe her.
Later, when I was caring for my son and daughter, she stole my daughter and ran. I tried following her but I lost her because I needed to care for my son. So I went to the place where she had killed her own child, and sure enough, there was my daughter's body and clothes.
She was off somewhere. I had to act quickly. I grabbed a bow and sat by my daughter's body. When she came back to the spot I shot her quickly.
I had something like five more sons and two daughters. Our family line still survives today.
Post your stories of dealing with murder here.
Heh.
Heh heh.
You speak of cactuses. Spiders, berries. Feh. Snakes kill single people. Bears kill maybe two or three. Cactuses just sit there like the dumbasses they are.
Berries and carrots are not to be feared. Mortal hand can easily remove them.
No. None matter.
Except for the onions.
Lord Onionette shall save all who:
Do not pick the onions
Lay leaves by the onions
Give your harvests to the onions
Pray to the onions
Teach the ways of the onions
Sacrifice live sheep and ignorant babes to the onions.
Or ye shall feel the wrath of the onion.
Have ye ever taken another item, like a stone, and left clicked on an unpicked onion with that item in your hand?
The onion at first looks peaceful, as if you are holding it. Then you begin to realize you can hold nothing but the onion. As you pray forgiveness Onionette starves you to death. Eventually all will worship the holy onion, and none shall have to suffer.
Gather round, youngins, and behold the tale of Sixto.
Sixto was there at the early stages of Karltown along with many others, none of which were memorable.
At a young age Sixto grew murderous and people began to drop like flies. I don't know if he was really a serious griefer, just bored I think.
I decided to ignore him. I was quick by nature, and besides, someone needed to make the pies.
At around my forties it was me, my two daughters, Sixto and one or two other people.
I called my younger daughter Sixto. While I was caring for her he took his knife and killed me. In my last breath I asked him to look after young Sixto, who was still a babe. All he said was "Sure, Cya." He asked that I not forget his name. I obliged.
I know not whether young Sixto survived, but one of my daughters must have because later on I was birthed back into the village of Karltown. There is another post for Karltown adventures, and as a Karlown veteran I recommend it.
If you are either of my daughters, I love you both. If you are Sixto... I'll admit it, you were kinda badass.
baibai, I was your mother! (I was in Karltown a LOT)
I said that Maggie was a cute name, and asked if it was short for Magnolia. Good times. It's sad that Karltown is dead now.
I usually get them two pick from two categories: Animal or Mineral/Rock
Usually it's something like Quartz or Mica, Bear or Wolf, because I don't really care and want it to be funny.
If I like them enough I call the girls Leona or Giana, names I find pretty.
Last moments?! What happened to Karltown??
While I'm here, I would like to bring up another subject:
The Cursed Sheep
In another life, back at Karltown, I was a young man who was madly in love with a woman. I had given her clothes and a bundle of indigo, but I wished to do something more for her.
One day, when I was out looking for seeds, I found a domesticated sheep. I quickly abandoned my basket and herded it instead.
I herded for years, as the sheep was far from camp. When I arrived back I presented it to my love. She adored it and called it Sheepy.
She and Sheepy had an indescribable bond.
But before I could herd it into the sheep pen, a young boy took bow in hand and slaughtered it. The sheep gave a muffled scream before collapsing. My love was heartbroken and so was I. He asked for a knife and chopped the poor dear to pieces.
Only seconds later appeared the first bout of what is now known as "The Karltown High", where things glitch in extraordinary ways. This is frequent now, expect it to happen once every life if you are in Karltown.
It is said that when you get a Karltown High, you know that the ghost of Sheepy is passing through.
I created an account for the sole reason of telling the tale.
I was Gaia. After she murdered King Karl I snatched the crown, for I would not let her have it. She wanted the crown, clearly, so I took a basket of carrots and fled to the wild. I had two daughters there, neither survived.
When I returned she was still there. I managed to scavenge up a bow and arrow, and chased her around. I lost her, but found her body close to camp. It is presumed she died of hunger.
I had another daughter and named her after the murderer and gave her the clothes, as symbolism. I lived peacefully and had many daughters until at a ripe old age i handed the crown to my eldest, and went to the graveyard to die peacefully.