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Killing the scums we dont like, recruitin members, havin an ungerground gold market.

I give myself the role as the godfather and you all better join in.

Maybe I’m just staying this because I’m an experienced player but I think the game is just hard enough. Like, I still have time to do my crazy role play things inbetween the famines. Like yesterday I was a crazy woman who married her brother and pretended to be a car or in another life where I was a nutjob priest telling all my children that they’ll go to hell. (While still doing work of course). The only real problem I have is when the only fertile woman of my village just doesn’t have any girls, just like 7 boys (I’ve had it happen twice yesterday) so that’s kinda dumb and I don’t know where I’m going with this. It’s nit so hard. Goodbye

As some of you know, I've created a new religon. The goddess is called Vargmodern and she really likes wolves.
Ive spent my lastest lives as a preist in this religion and Id like to share it with you guys!
Ive spent the last hour coming up with stuff to write for the bible so my writing skills in this post may not be the best.

Here is the bible if you are interested (Ill be adding more to it in the near future)

https://www.wattpad.com/574204314-is-th … e-or-is-it

And the symbol for this religion is the nordic rune letter M that you can see that I so skillfully drew

Im realizing how much of a mess this post is.
My grammar is shit and im tired.
Basically its just an exscuse to roleplay as a religious nuthead.
Ask anything if you have any questions and have a swell day my guys.

The family tree got me, nothing else to say.

These are actually 2HOL stories but I thought theyd be worth sharing anyways.

Story Number 1; Me, Evangeline and the curse

I was a girl named North born to an aging and a very busy mother. She was always off farming or making baskets but she always kept me close to her to keep me safe. She was a very nice mother and she raised me well until I was old enough to eat on my own. I started farming berries until I was about 7. Then a woman with a cart full of the finest silks came and asked me if I had any spare pies for a trade. I was young and foolish so I yelled at the old woman that she just wanted to scam us out of our food and ran her out of the city. Before she left she looked at me with the most intense expression. I brushed it off and lived the rest of my childhood peacefully. I turned 14, then 15, and 16. Yet I'd had no babies. All my sisters had at least one by the age they were 16, but not me. I was a slow bloomer I thought to myself as I went back to my berries. I turned 20, 25, and 30 yet I still had no babies. My sisters had plenty, almost 5 each. Yet I had none. I cried many nights over this and asked every god why I had been destined to not have any chldren. Then it came to me, I had been cursed. I had been cursed by the woman with the beautiful silk. I tried looking for her to apologize but she had left this earth many years ago. I cried to myself watching all of my neices of nephews playing in my little berry farm.
The years came and went, I turned 40, 50 and 60, and by this point I had just accpeted my fate. My mother and my sisters even called me the cursed auntie North. But in my acceptance I was still dreaming of a little baby to call my very own.

On my 72nd birthday my fate decided to change. On my 72nd birthday she came. My sweetest little Evangeline with the hazel eyes and raven hair. Every day I told her how much I loved her and how much I cared about her and every day she told me how much she loved me back. She was a bright girl, very generous and kind to everyone. I think I annoyed her a little by being so overprotective but she was my only joy and I wanted to protect her. I watched her grow into a woman and watch her have a daughter of her very own. Sunny. I gave the little child all of my clothes and took care of her like only a grandmother can. Then came her second, and third and fourth. I was very proud of her and took her to the farm to say my goodbyes. I had been aging rapidly and was down to 8 bars. There was a little gathering around me, all of my sisters and nephews and neices and my grandchildren watched cursed auntie North explain how proud she was of everyone. They seemed genuenly sad about my death and I assuerd them that I would be fine. Then I hugged my sweet little Eva and then I was gone.

I was reborn to a woman of raven black hair and hazel eyes. My Evangeline. She named me Ares and took care of me until I was old enough to eat. Before she let me run away she looked at me with saddened eyes and said "Mommy is very tired, honey" I knew what this meant and I panicked. I wasn't going to let my baby die. I fed her carrots regularly and told her reassuring things. She said that I reminded her of her mother, and I think she knew I was her mother. I never called her mom and treated her like a baby. I convinced her not to die but I kept doing all those things anyways out of motherly love. I grew into a young man, watching my little girl from afar until I couldn't see her anymore.
She was gone.
And so I had no reason to live.
I starved myself to death.

The end.

Story Number 2; Papa Spyro and his adoptive daughters

I was born as the only son (Named Spyro Jeff) to an Eve in an overpopulated generation of Spawncity. 11 eves and four times as many children. My mother was a smart lady so the took me and ran as far away as she could from the town to find herself some food. She found a few berry bushes and stayed by them until I was old enough to be without her. As soon as I could I took a basket with berries and ran away. I found a small berry farm in the forest and decided that was where I was going to live. I made a small farm of carrots and started farming. When I was 17 I decided that I was very lonely and that some exploration would do me good. I took a basket of food and headed to spawncity. When I arrived the chaos was even worse. Even more Eves and crying children. I saw a woman with a little daughter die right infront of me. I thought to myself that I couldnt leave the little girl there all alone so I fed her and picked her up to take her to my humble little farm. On the way there I found an abandoned horse with a cart filled with pies. I tied it up to a tree and continued our journey. When we arrived she was 3 years old. I told her to take care while I went and got the horse. I took the horse and unloaded it by the farm.
The little girl asked me if we had any fire tools and I noticed that we did not. I said that I would fetch her some from Spawncity and she seemed very happt about that.
I kissed her goodbye and hopped on my horse to get the supplies. For the next ten years I went and fetched my new daughter everything she desired, from clothes to pies to a bow of her very own. Until one day where I was asked to fetch some thread. I found another little girl all on her own, crying for help. I decided to adopt her and took her home. It was a long journey without the horse but it was worth it to keep her safe. I put her down by her sister and gave her a spare backpack and some pants that i'd found on one of my jurneys. She thanked me and I was off again.
And so my journeys continues, spoiling my daughters rotten until I had a grandson which I spoiled just as much.
Soon I grew too old to make these travels and my youngest said that it was her turn to spoil me now. She rode away on her horse and I never saw her again. I died before she retruned.

The end.