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If you're going to parrot Jason, why don't you parrot his promise for the game, instead of his excuse for failing?

The killers are exploiting the zoom mods, using them you are all easy pickings. ALL OF YOU.

It doesn't matter what color you make adobe walls or clothing.

It doesn't matter that you make engines; you're only mass producing iron which means the landscape is littered in knives and swords.

Your only recourse is to sit, huddled together by the fire, and that is where they get you the worst.

They spawn as your children and turn you against each other. Because you, are a sucker for a stabbing.

Then when people get sick and tired of you stabbing children for all sorts of stupid excuses, they spread out again, to get away from you.

That's when they get picked off.

Over, and over, and over.

You can't keep the food supply up standing around not doing work. Work takes up space.

You can't keep the fire going, let alone 2 or three of them, when you aren't replanting trees for firewood. Otherwise you have to go farther and farther to get it, and that's when you get picked off.

If you value your life, you have to become paranoid of every stranger, and who wants to play like that? Not good people.

Not the kind of people Jason's ads attract.

Not the kind of people you turn away, with your hourly witch hunts.

And if you don't start them, they will, and there isn't shit you're going to do to stop them, any of you.
Whether you have a weapon, or not.

This shit spiral has been twisting downward since the moment people started abandoning their children for their own sake. Then people started selectively abandoning boys. All the while you have people like Twisted suiciding on players that wanted a chance to be good mothers, rather than accepting the hand he was dealt the very first life, as was Jason's intention for game. So you broke the good people down to the point they no longer wanted to play, and that's what the game has become.
Either you are breaking people down, getting them to not want to play, or you're being broken down.

And you will break.

The game is all about producing things from nothing, whether it be good relationships, or good products. If you value either of those things, (and of course you do, right? Otherwise why'd you buy the game?) well, they can both be taken away from you, by someone else. You can either be a good person to people, be an asshole, or be a loner and avoid the shit show, altogether. Or go play something else. Write an angry letter to Jason. He just loves knowing how his product make your lives miserable. Gives em a big old fuckin hard on. Even Ms. Rohrer will thank you for that!

Psilocybe Mushroom is named "Psilocybe Mushroom# remapStart"

Also some headers would be nice for the columns, like Name Uses Food Provided.

oh, excuse me, Gordy was your sister, the killers name is in the title.
my bad, didn't give enough of af

And then maybe Jason will add pollution as a factor in the game... Industrial Pollution?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4sMX_GlwgbA

I care, because you do.

I am still thanked every arc when someone sees me with a horse cart full of flat rocks working on the arteries of map.

The road is just like anything else, it's not good or bad, it helps, everything, and everyone.

What I need to do is one project, or another, if I switch between making walled cities to build roads, the walls don't get complete. If I go from making laying out the entire road network, but not putting in every flat rock, then the roads aren't completed.

Either way, an unfinished product isn't as good as a finished one.

The walls and the roads seem to attract attention from different types of people. Only in the last arc did anyone attack me for making a wall, but that didn't have so much to do with it being a wall as it did me just being Black...

My last big project did not see fruition, there just weren't enough people playing to maintain the last families long enough.

But I am learning from all of this, as we all, should be.

I was wrong to threaten the little village on the path, traffic would have done that on it's own, as, it did, when the owner, same as me, returned as another family, that wasn't the same as the one nearby, and had their kids killed by several people with bows and knives. I didn't want that to happen. Which is why I tried to reason with them, for several lives. I knew things would be difficult for them. I wanted them to have their peaceful life, but given the conditions we are forced to live under, which is not the game we were sold or paid to play, (Fuck you, Jason. Thank you very much.) the plans I have decided upon are the best I can imagine.

The diagonal roads save flat rocks and increase travel distance, over the vertical and horizontal ones.

The corner walled cities save on big hard rocks, so you either have to do less labor, or, you get more for the labor you are willing to put into them.

I just make tools.

It's up to you to learn to use them, and I know you will.

I'm not going to stand around with you in those towns, while you learn your lessons. I'm going outside, to make new ones.

If I recall, you are hetuw? If so, thank you for this mod.
I really appreciate the work you've done on it, with the coordinates and the keyboard commands.

I've played this game so much with just the mouse I've had serious problems with my right wrist, and, using my left hand more and my right less has alleviated a lot of the pain, allowing me the comfort to play even more.

The people making the weapons; the players of the game, who are doing the things referenced.

When making comments, replies, I often go from direct responses to general statements. I know it's not easy to tell when that transition occurs, especially since I don't say specifically "OK Lava, done addressing you, now I'd like to go on to talk to everyone playing in general..." but it's usually after the first paragraph after a quote.

I know there are still good players left; people who want the most good for the most people, and I know there are new players constantly picking up the game, testing it out, and picking up on the habits of the community as they do so.

I know I am also not the only person, who is here because I care.

Thanks Lava.

You know what really fucked up the town? The fence someone put around it while I was making the walls yesterday! They locked everyone into a little 2 well area and while I was going to check on them I noticed everyone dead, and the wells and the berries were dry.

Fences are absolutely annoying and a waste of time, people. If you're going to make them, at least fence in 4 springs and make them all wells so people can survive the transitions from shallow, to deep, to charcoal, kerosene and diesel, or, whatever the stages are. It always seems you guys that make engines are in such a hurry to tech up that you neglect your families, and in turn, they neglect the farms. Maybe we should just all slow down a little, chill out and stop rushing tech to the point where people can make iron swords as easily as they could make paper airplanes? Then you might get to enjoy revisiting the fruits of your labor for longer than 48 hours?

The more you neglect your children, the more they'll turn on you, the less you'll want to be with them.

Is that what you want? Kids you hate? because that's all the new players are coming into this game knowing; that's what's winning the fight here, neglect.

Even while I was working on those walls as women, I was caring for my kids. I had no fire to stand by, no one was baking me pies or food to "YUM" down on. I ate cactus fruit and gooseberries for like, 18 hours over the course of like 20 lives, half of which were as a woman, and I did my best every one of those lives to maximize work AND care.

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I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you. But I can't blame Jason either, he may have added the sword recipe to the game, but he's not the one crafting them (far as I know); you are.

We're not even fighting over resources anymore, I am seeing huge swathes of the map nearly untouched, now things are devolving to the point of murder for the sake of murder.

Please, stop. Stop allowing yourselves to go along with a few nutcases. Break down the swords when and where you find them. Prioritize maintaining peace  if it's ever broken. Everyone does not need a knife, it only leads to people killing each other for the stupidest of reasons. And trust me, they're all stupid. They always have been, they always will be. So what if someone is eating berries every 4 seconds while naked, guess what? Even if your whole family starves to death because if it you'll just be reborn elsewhere.

Jason wanted to make a game to show the value of life, to let people know life is precious, at least, thats what he told all the PR people he probably paid to interview him. And now we've gotten to the point where you should accept that it's not the lives in the game that are precious, but those of the people behind the computers that are. They are the people you should be caring for; they are the ones you are teaching, when you're like fucking pein was for the last year and a half, always making sure you had the first bow "i'm the one making the sheep pen therefore i should get the arrow oh and I'll just always keep it in my backpack", the first knife and killing other players for the most petty reasons.

Insecurity breeds insecurity. Learn your lesson and STOP.

And don't try and run away from people and live your life in a little sanctuary outside of town, that doesn't work, like that little village I slaughtered for the sake of a road. The people you are failing to reach in town, will just be born as your children, and if you;re not willing to teach them there, what makes you think they are going to learn to be better people in your tiny little fence? A little personal time with you? You had that time, in the town you were born, and you wasted it standing by a fucking fire, stuffing your fat fucking face with pie while not saying a word to your kid. Only teaching them that they should run and hide in tiny little areas like you, as if that's going to save any one from a reset.

And thats another thing, YOU CAN'T FUCKING WIN. Someone that died in a previous family, who was intent on killing yours, is just going to be born a child of yours, they're going to get permission and open your gate, or remove it entirely, and you're going to be fucked, REGARDLESS of what you do to stop it, so why not just live without the fences and the walls?

I, made the walls of the 2x3 and 4x4 because I realize YOU work a little harder when you think something is safe, but nothing is safe in this game from people who communicate outside of it. It only takes two people to wreck an entire town, one on the inside, misleading people, and one on the outside, leading a few others.

Why, do I even, bother?

Because I really do care. I do. I'm not roleplaying when I tell you I love you, I really do love you. I'm not some cock with a wife who plays video games to vent his frustration, someone who doesn't have any need for love because they got theirs, and I'm not some kid trying to make a name for himself on a scoreboard with a killstreak. I'm a retired astronomy teacher who's spent three quarters of his life looking elsewhere for the greatest stuff in the Universe, only to realize the best thing I'll ever know, is right here on Earth. It's you. That's why I love you so much I have to say it every chance I get. Before anything else, pulls us apart. In that moment, that I can say a four letter word, the only thing I can ever think to say is love.
(But before that it, it's usually TYMA, but that doesn't really count, it's three words, abbreviated. You know, it's for all the things you did for me... it doesn't count as a four letter word.)
What counts, is, LOVE.

Genetics are fine and all, but genetics alone didn't turn reptiles into mammals or apes into people, what brought us this far, REALLY, was, love.

And if we're to get any farther, we're really gonna have to step it up. If you're a young man, you might think this fairly unmanly, as you are bombarded by media telling you you should look up to badass fighters and people with big guns, but trust me, that's a bunch of bullshit concocted by people who either want your money, your service in their military and as much more out of you as they can get. They are exploiting primitive, vestigial, chemistry-

I have to go. I'm tired, and part of me doesn't even want to send this message, lucky for you a better part does.

Take this for what it's worth, to the future.