#onehouronelife adventures: I built up a proper homestead from nothing, alone in the wilderness. As I neared the end of my 60-year lifespan, a stranger appeared. I passed my legacy on to her. Very touching. Then I got killed by a stray arrow.
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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