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I’m always the doctor in my village — this has happened three lives in a row for me. I agree. It’s ridiculous how easy it is to grief these things.

Every society — no exaggeration — EVERY SINGLE society I’ve been in today has suffered from the flint tip grief. Granted, I’ve only played about five or six lives today, and died of old age in four of them, but still. This means it has to be happening universally and nearly every hour like I’ve experienced.

It’s a serious issue. And it’s so easy. It’s almost as easy as feeding a baby. It requires the most basic tools and can be done four times with one flint deposit. Four times! Who has that kind of dedication, to craft four fire bows?

To “Hiba”

I was born to someone whose name I didn’t catch, for she died in front of me as the venom of a snake met her heart.

She was powerless to save me. She couldn’t pick me up. You and I could only watch as she said “sorry” in bright red text. Then she was gone.

You frantically ushered me to a nearby pool of berry bushes. “I’ll raise you bb,” you promised. I looked up to you as a baby, following you around to different patches of bushes. I recognized your last name as Sol, and the surroundings.

You see, I had just died as a Sol. I was a ten-year-old boy with a mother who wore a sealskin upon her torso. I was named Billy. But I was diagnosed with PHS (Pig Hand Syndrome) soon after the village was thrown into a famine due to “overpopulation” according to Mom. And I had died in the woods, in a spot quite close to the one I was reborn in. I had stepped past that snake many times as I trekked from town to woodland.

We eventually stumbled across the civilization, which was in shambles. Skeletons were scattered everywhere, all of the ponds had run dry, and all of the berry bushes were on their last leg. We established a system, while I worked hard at the forge to create a shovel and wells, you’d bring food to town for you, me, and the other surviving male.

He helped me smith towards the end, and you were a big help. By the time we had the well up and full of water, I was in preparation for my first child. That was when you took me aside and proclaimed my name to be “Hiba Jr.” It was an honor.

The berries weren’t producing anything when Hiba III came into this world. He looked completely different than you, but he was still given your name. And mine, too, I suppose.

When the berries gave way, I learned that you were new and began to teach you the basics, all the while having four, five, six, Hibas. I named most of my girls unique names, like Castle, Ebony, Evergreen, etc. Most of my boys were named Hiba, even those transcending that lifetime.

But my girls were not nice. They were all rude and loved to insult you. You took it with an approach I couldn’t understand; agreeing with every insult they threw at you and laughing at their insults. I could tell that you didn’t like it, but whatever floats your boat.

Everything was running smoothly. You had saved the village, me being the last girl at the time. All of my children were growing rapidly, and then I saw someone emerge onto my screen.

“Big big bear is coming,” he said, Hiba the VI. Then he ran away.

And the big big bear did come. Shambling around, devouring all of my precious children.

“HIBA SENIOR! Don’t fucking move! Stay on an item tile!” I panicked and may have sounded rude. I’m sorry. I wanted to protect you.

“I’m terrified,” you told me. “I’m going to piss my pants.”

The village was reduced to a population of three. Me, you, and a little girl named Princess. She was now the last fertile female and the only hope.

But she wasn’t a bright child. She chased the bear as if it were a puppy as it was being lead away. Eventually, I lost track of her in the woods and was forced to retreat and give you the bad news.

“The last girl is definitely dead,” I told you.

“Well, I guess we have some time now,” you said something along these lines.

And so we talked. And joked. And grew weak with age, our hair losing its color and our faces gaining wrinkles. You grew withered, your long curly brown hair now grey and thick with age. We sat there with our jokes as we became wasted on berries which we plucked from dying bushes.

Then we saw her. A blonde girl, Evergreen, rushing past us looking like someone out of an action film. She had a sealskin lazily tacked to her side, held a bow, and a backpack stuffed with arrows. Another girl, Princess, soon followed, with the sealskin and bow but without the bag, and then a guy with iron and a bear skin. Seemed the village would live on after all. They came and went on occasion, and we saw them briefly in between long intervals.

But you died on a plot of soil... and your corpse was lost to the abyss. (Tip: don’t die on soil otherwise your corpse and all its loot disappear.) I wanted to bury you but you were nowhere to be found. So I spent the rest of my life cleaning up the corpses of Hibas and chopping dead trees.

Thank you for everything Hiba. I saw you are the newest member in the forum — thanks for joining! You were awesome. In the future, I hope we meet again. I can teach you more things about the game and you can continue saving infants.

— hiba jr

Hmmm. I once lived in a place with three bells. Three or four buildings and roads made of stone and wood in a neat fashion. As far as I know, there weren’t any rulers (with the occasional four-YO claiming to be the king when they have a decayed hat on their head) which I think was good. Having an official ruler usually leads to battles for the crown and corruption.

I think they died out due to bear attacks

And then there was New Hope City back in early march. Who else remembers that place?

I wish it was still a thing where you could walk over to your neighbor’s house. Only ten screens or so away.

Maybe Eves should spawn closer to old towns or other Eves.

Four bears in one of my lives. And that was when I died in teen hood. They killed all of the girls and the village died.

Thank you so much Tarr! I don’t know if I can thank you enough. It’s sad that you stepped on a rattlesnake... what an anticlimactic ending to your life. I should have killed it while I had the chance.

Yeah, my old man memory made a mistake when I asked for a saw instead of an adze Sorry about that.

Again, thank you so so much. I can’t thank you enough.

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Mama,

I tried very hard to mark your grave. I planted you a rose bush and made a chisel, knife, and letter M for your grave. But I died before I could make the adze because I was forced to log offline. I asked a young man to finish the work I had started. I buried you next to a pine tree above the berry farm you had started, which grew as I got older.

I didn’t kill the snake because I didn’t want to hurt anything. I only used the knife for making the letter I for your grave. Sorry about that. The young man who helped me knows where I kept it for future or emergency use.

I wish you were reborn there. But you weren’t. The rest of the people went on and ignored your grave. I told them they should visit it and help me complete it, but they didn’t help me. They loved you too though. We missed you after your death.

I’m sorry I wasn’t more help. I loved you and missed you so much after you died. You were he best Mama ever.

Finlay