I spawned in as an eve today on us server 2 while it’s empty. I decided to craft a backpack and dedicate my time to gathering clay. I only had 2 people spawn in as my kids but one quit and the other starved to death. After setting up the adobe kiln I started to turn the 50+ clay peices into bowls and clay plates. I got half way before I died of old age.
After I passed I was reborn back in the same location as an eve. In this 2nd life I dedicated my time to start making actual bowls and plates. I managed to get a good kid this time and they stayed around for a while before starving to death. I was sick of my kids starving to death so I decided upon making rabbit/carrot pies. I may have gotten a little carried away in this life and tried catching all the rabbits in my area. There was an incredible amount to catch. My life was nearing its end when I had finished moving all my plates and bowls to the baking area. Thusly I passed again of old age.
Like rising up back from the grave I was born again, in the same spot I spawned. This life I actually got around to making pies. After foraging 24 carrots and making a few waterskins. Thusly I crafted 24 rabbit/carrot pies in that life. Sadly I wouldn’t actually get anymore kids at this point. I continued on making more plates and bowls for the forge until I died of old age again.
My mummified corpse came a scootin back up again, luckily in the same spot. This life I really focused on setting up the forge as best as I can. Dodging many wolfs and snakes I scrounged up 12 iron and many flat rocks. Setting everything up just rightly so. I was kinda surprised my backpack hasn’t deteriorated yet, still grateful it never did though. I never bothered to actually get clothing because thread was hard to find there. I had to gather alot of branches for kindling and sadly had to keep dancing with wolves to get branches. Before I died of old age I had everything set up to start smithing.
Like a phoenix rising up from the ashes of all my previous bodies I came back, yet again. This life was alot of dancing and tip-toeing around wolves. I was really worried about dying. Luckily though I managed to make a set of tools for the next people who find my base to enjoy.
Sadly this is where my story ends. I took a small break to look up what I could do with the metal tools so I can be prepared when I come back. I was thinking of getting an iron mine set up and start a few wells. When I came back to be reborn I was spawned as an eve in the tutorial end. Since I won’t see the base for a while I guess it’s appropriate to give it a name now. “Phoenix” I’ll call it from now on.