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Play area for who?
Surely not for every one?

Being afraid to do something, anything, because someone might ruin it later, is a surefire way to lose the game.
That moment you accept that as an excuse not to do one thing, it'll spread like a plague until you are convincing yourself the game is literally unplayable with other human beings. Then you'll find yourself alone playing Oxygen Not Included, Factorio or Craft the World, wishing you could enjoy them with someone else, wondering where things went wrong.

Well, I'll tell you right now, it's there.

This game would have been just fine if all those million hours would have been played by entirely different people

You could take 100 hours of any 10,000 people's lives, (or 10 of 100,000, or 1,000 of any 1,000's), and similar conclusions would have arisen. I wasn't anymore needed than anyone else, but that said, I'm thankful for every hour I've gotten to spend, with every one of you.

Here is to a million more hours, a million more lives...

Damn, 5.5 million lives!? Ya'll need to stop dyin so much!

Anyway, here, is to the future.
To everyone's future, to ever know a single life, or more, here, in

One Hour
One Life

(But seriously, imagine if this game was only popular with the young girls the way Barbie Dolls were 50 years ago. A million hours of little girls playing dolls, dress up and house? What a different game this would have been.
Just imagine when some girl first accidentally double clicked a bear cave...)

A 600 meter radius?
In a lifetime you think you are going to explore every grassland in, whats that 10...15, 15 springs out in every direction?

A=πr²
r=600
r²=600*600=360,000
3*360,000=900,000+180,000=1,080,000
0.1*360,000=36,000
0.04*360,000=12,000+2,400=14,400...

1,080,000
   +36,000
   +14,400
=1,130,400...

You are asking me what to do if you've looked at over one million, one hundred and thirty thousand, four hundred tiles, and you didn't find one milkweed plant?

What do I say to that?

I understand what you mean.

Let's focus in on the area within a 200 m radius, that's a more discussable 2, 4, 12, approximately 120,000 tiles, a little more, but who's counting, really?

Let's consider what your town might look like.

So now what do you do? No cart, no milkweed.
Well, if I really wanted milkweed, I might do one of many things.

1. Get a shovel and dig up the remaining mushroom pits in the south for their soil, spread it out with a basket, and spread that those piles of 3 into piles of two with a bowl. Check the farms for hoes, if you see two, grab one and take it south, otherwise, go to the smith and craft a head for one, and take it south. You should be able to find a maple branch in the southern grassland that you can whittle once with a sharp stone and turn it into a straight shaft. Attach the hoe head to that and till all that soil.

Now the long journey begins. Take a bowl out with you and head straight in one direction, veering too and froe to check for signs of grasslands. Maybe you have to go 400m, maybe 600m, maybe even more, but you go until you find a milkweed. Wait for it to be seeding and fill the bowl up, bring it back with you along with any seeds you can put in a backpack, if you've got one.

Spread those seeds in the tilled soil and water them with whatever you can get from the wells or ponds nearby, but you should probably get a bucket. and fill it. While those seeds are going, fill the bucket back up and bring it back down to your new milkweed farm.

Don't make the same mistake as the last person and not leave at least one bowl with seeds after those have sprouted. If you're low on bowls and cant afford any for seed, then you get clay and fire more bowls.

2. You could make a cart from one of the least important boxes around town. Go south, grab a maple branch, turn  it into a straight shaft, attach it to the box. Check the swamps for a butt log , if there aren't any wooden disks near the saw, otherwise, take an ax to the nearest tundra or desert, pine and dead trees will give you a butt log when chopped down. Cut the log with the saw and use a drill on the wooden disks. If you don't have a separate firebow and firebow drill, you may need to add an arrowhead to the firebow, just use a sharp stone on a piece of flint. The arrowhead can be removed with another piece of flint of needed to build fire.

Now you have a cart, if all has gone well. If anyone complains about you turning a box into a cart, just tell them there is no milkweed and no seeds (if there are no seeds) and that you are going to get some.

I wouldn't take 4 baskets, you'll probably be able to make them on the journey out, but, you can, if there is an abundance of them not being used for anything more important. Reducing the mess of 30 rabbit carcasses down to 10 baskets filled with rabbit carcasses, is not that important.

What you may want to bring would be bowls for seeds, if you want to start a milkweed farm back at home, or just bowls to start a farm in the next grassland you get to, but if you are planning to do that, you may want to bring a hoe head made at the blacksmith, but you can probably just till the soil with baskets of skewers wherever you go. If you see a lot of marked graves around the town, the other grasslands may not have many saplings in them to use for skewers, but it's unlikely you're not going to find any 200 m away from the town, let alone 400, and almost certainly 600 m away. But you can bring a hoe head in your backpack, a basket or the cart, and just make one where you go, if, you plan to grow milkweed there.

You don't like farming, that's the name of the thread, but you want goods that need to be farmed in the long run, otherwise, your long run is going to be even longer.

Farming milkweed for thread, rope and lassos is one of the most the most tedious things in the game, but look around you, at the buckets, the stanchions, the boxes and doors; it has to be done. It's extremely important, especially when it comes down to carts and horses and the transportation and storage of goods.

Once food is remotely stable, farming milkweed is one of the most vital roles in any community.

It's best if you make the farms, whether you need them or not, because someone will. Towns can always use more carts, buckets, boxes and horses. And the easiest way to inject those things into the community, is to go out and gather a backpack and basket with milkweed early to mid game, or farm milkweed mid to late game. Usually that means feeding a shit ton of sheep a crap load of berries and carrots, making just as much again, and turning it into compost, that you can use to grow milkweed, and continue feeding the berries, carrots, wheat and sheep, just to do it all over again.

But you, personally, don't find that rewarding, well, you're just going to have to leg it then. As many biomes over as you have to to find a grassland untouched, but if you do that, please, PLEASE, leave at least one milkweed in every grassland you go to, so that someone in your position later in your families life, who knows what they need to do, can go there with a basket, a bowl, and turn all the unused soil there into a field of milkweed.

Because we know that's what is more often than not what people are going to do with it, if someone 30 generations down the road, does't wander out there and try to make a satellite farm, and potentially small town, out of it.

So, 2. and 3. are basically, you go out and gather milkweed from a grassland farther out than anyone has gone, or, you go out and just get seeds from one milkweed plant, along with any rope you can make, and return home with those.

If you go that far out for rope, get more, save others the time, as others have saved your ancestors the time, life after life. Bring home as much of the resources your town is missing, as you can hold. If that's just rope, well, then your whole life was lived being the rope guy; enjoy the peace that comes from seeing the landscape and the abundance of wild food and animals you spot along the way. I recommend a good set of warm clothing before your journey, and do remember to set a home marker before you set out. If you realize you've forgotten to do that, set one as soon as you can. If you ever get lost, set a home marker and use the arrow to help you navigate as you search for your old home. Never give up if you get lost. Enjoy that life. Facing the elements when lost in the woods, is one of the most rewarding, most challenging aspects of the game, and if you don't stumble into your home before you are 60, you've at least got a thrilling life to look back on, but if you find home in your late 50s just before you die, it's satisfying in ways no one but you will truly know.

A few important questions I'd like answered:

1. What, is your favorite color?

2. What, is the capital of Assyria?

3. What, is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?

Some 20x20 patterns.

3x3 modified

8x3x3 16x2x3

8x3x4 8x2x3 8x1x3

8x4x3 12x3x3

pein checker board

Single Wallflowers

Two Wallflowers

Wallflowers 2

I wish good players didn't feel the need to hide on small servers.
The greater community needs your inspiration, any of it you can give, with each life, with each town, is something that can make the game a better one, for everyone.

I played on Server 12, with 2LaughOr2Cry, Wasabi_Tonic, Wolvenscar and others.

It was awful.

There was no one new to teach, no surprises, no new life.

New players need to see good players at work, if they are to become good players themselves. We need the inspiration of each other. Not just when it comes to playing the game, but when it comes to teaching people, to be kind.

Just know, that no matter how many times a player is bad, as long as they see people who are good; as long as they experience love and kindness, they will remember it. It will get to them.

Even if it takes a thousand hours.

Even if it takes another 20 years of their actual life.

Good will get to people, in the end, but they must be exposed to it, to feel it.

Sincere compassion, can be transmitted through this game.

I cry, almost every day, playing this game. I love hugging my mothers as a 3 year old, and saying I love you, one last time, as a child.
I love crossing paths with them in their late 50s, and spending the rest of their lives with them.
I enjoy the determination I feel, like no other, scouring the landscape for 3 saplings, to get back home and mark their grave before I die.
And as the memory just begins to fade, I find some flowers, or a pretty stone; one final reminder of that purpose, that role that I had spent my life living; to go out, to gather for someone, and to return home, with their gift.

I cry because it's real. I'm a real person. You're a real person. We are all, real people.

Love is a real thing.

It's a mess of all sorts of things, but they're all real; from the chemistry in our brains, to the chemistry in our loins. From the things we pluck from the world, to give, with our hands, to the words we learn to utter from our mouths.

All real.

Life and death, are real too.

Everyone of you reading this, will die someday, and were I to dwell on the thought of those days for long, I'd cry right now.
But we're alive now. We can do something, right now, for each other.
Why dwell on that loss before it's time?

Right now is the time that we enrich each other's lives; we'll only ever get to know love, while we're both alive.
We'll all only ever get the chance to remind everyone that we love them, while they're here,
while we're, here.

--

How do all of these cells in my body, work together, to make me feel as if I, am, them?

How do yours?

I don't think they have love, but I think just as you are all these things your cells are doing combined, love is something all of life does, combined. All of us organisms, on this scale, especially the humans, but not excluding any other animals, we work together, to make life what it is for each other.

It certainly has to do with care.

--

Too many thoughts, too many tangents off this circle.

Take care of your body.
Take care of your family.

We'll grow best with each other.

--

Oh, and make beautiful gardens,
make them for each other.

I know it's difficult... resources being limited, but as I see it you have a few options.

1. Try to make something that everyone can contribute to, with all resources around your family.

2. Go a few springs away, where there are stones, rocks and the soil is untouched, and make something there, for the adventurous wanderers and the gatherers to find and enjoy.

I really enjoy trying to make things right in the heart of our community. Which is why I'm glad to see the 3x3 has spread beyond my imagination, into the hands of so many. And I know it's difficult to defy convention, once it becomes so, but, have courage.

It's a lot of fun getting in the thick of things.

Enjoy it.

Life is a beautiful mess

"Hey, could I drive my car around in your garden?"
"Don't worry ma'am, I'm from the internet."

"Video unavailible
The uploader has not made this video available in your country."

Unfortunately, although I did watch the video via feya9119's upload of it https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSMeUPFjQHc
First time I think I've watched it, even though I've heard the song probably 200+ times thanks to Robot Unicorn Attack, YTMND, Newgrounds and 4chan.

5x5s are just not practical, in my opinion.
Just far too small, can't justify the ratio of wall tiles to floor space taken from the town, increasing travel times and potentially causing death by starvation due to increased pathing times.
Maybe a door is a must somewhere along those rays that branch out from all tiles within the players heat grid?
I'm not real big on making buildings as is, but anywhere we can take the pressure off people to consume food and every other resource in the process, is a good one.

This is another reason why I'm not a big fan of radical changes to the game mechanics.

"We here at the International Chess Association have decided that the Knight, based on the implication of the piece as a rider on a horse, should move more spaces. Therefore these will be the spaces the Knight is allowed to move."

"Also, castles don't move at all anymore. Thanks for playing."

Jason on the Playground.

Kid 1: You're it! I got you, you're it.
Jason: Nuh uh, you touched my shirt, you didn't touch me.
Kid 1: You can't just go changing rules like that.
Jason: Well, my shirt is not me. But let's just for the sake of argument say you are right and that you can make someone it by applying pressure to their skin by any sort of medium.
Kid 1: OK, fine, whatever, you're still it.
Jason: Okay.

30 seconds later
Jason: 28, 29, 30. Ready or not, here I come. AHHHH! You're all it. You're all it, I got you, you;re all it.

Kid 1: What are you talking about?
Jason: I touched you by your ear, with my throat.
Kid 1: ...

Kid 2: Look, if you don't like playing tag, go make your own games.
Jason: Fine, I will.

Jason: And I'll change the rules, anytime I like...