Born and raised in an established community. Spent my whole life growing carrots and bantering with my dysfunctional family. My senile aunt, close to death, chases me around with a knife before collapsing into a pile of bones. I join her shortly after, dying in my carrot field.
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Spent my whole life trying to make a dyed wool hat. I've tried and failed multiple times, but this time I finally succeeded. As I held my lovely purple hat and prepared to put it on, a woman walked up, shot me with an arrow, and ran off with my hat.
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