a multiplayer game of parenting and civilization building
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I was just born into the 58th generation of the Hero family as a male. It may have been a branch of the family, because it didn't seem _that_ old, but it had stone buildings.
My mother was a good woman. Set set me down in a stone room with a fire, and began making a stew in the room, opening and closing the doors as she came and left. My temperature was perfect, and i had a happy childhood.
When i was old enough, mom wished me luck and asked if I could make compost. There was none around the berries, and i made four batches before getting into some sheep care, as there was no manure. I did much sheep feeding, and made myself a wool hat. I had made friends with my brother, a carrot farmer, who appreciated my putting his carrots to good use. When he had to leave, he gave me a backpack and a sealskin coat.
As i was feeding the sheep, i made a wool sweater, and tried to give it to a naked blonde girl, who didn't take it. But a boy did, so it at least went to use.
When it came time to plant more wheat, there was no hoe, looking for tools i found and combined two broken ones, and though i don't usually forge, i made a new hoe to keep compost going. There were only two things of wrought iron, and no dedicated smith.
i planted seven wheat, though many were cut down to make baskets. Still, i was able to leave 8 compost piles after my life, (so what, like 168 bowls of soil?) while doing other things.
The water was getting low though, and we didn't have a Newcomon pump on any of the wells. I had filled a bucket from a pond, but there were only two deep wells and one shallow well.
There was a dedicated cook, but he was making the mistake of preparing a bunch of raw pies while no cooked pies are available. There was a dedicated hunter, but few making mutton pies, in favor of rabbit carrot.
There was a shortage of knives, i only saw one or two, so there was little i could do with the sheep besides move existing mutton. Some well meaning individual made six loaves of bread, with tons of piemaking ingredients sitting around. They were baked but not cut again when i died.
I ran around looking for water at the very end, to do something for the berries, but the wells were dry and i was too old. The last thing I did before dying was make a few mutton pies, so there was food to get through the water crisis.
There was an important piece of a pump sitting around, but no one making one, and probably not the iron to do so.
Still, it was a high population village in the 58th gen of a family, and I did everything I could, they at least had soil. I thin this is the oldest family i've played in.
But, it was probably on the edge of collapse, for the following important reasons:
- No one in charge of smithing/iron
- Out of water and no powered pumps (granted, I don't know how to make them either, so I couldn't have just done it myself)
- Shortage of knives for crucial functions
- Not using mutton/making bread instead of pies
- As i'm sure would have upset my poor late brother, someone watered all of his carrots then abandoned them, leaving six rows of seed. [carrots are a bad food, but 25 carrots is a lot more food than none in a crisis]
- No one continued to make stew after my mom despite ingredients available.
Always sad to live a lovely productive life to find your village is near dead at the end and to be too old to do it, but there's no reason a village should survive if they go that long without powered water [and no one turned the shallow well into deep well], don't make use of mutton, are out of iron with, etc. It was extremely possible for this village to survive, they just didn't apply the right skills and make the right decisions.
Maybe they'll make it, who knows.
I'll tell you what I tell all my children: Make basket, always carry food.
Listen to your mom!
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