I have been reluctant to post this up until now because I have been ridiculed for it for over a year now by my kids.
I first discovered VV2 and was completely hooked within minutes. My very first tribe had a little girl named Cape who was about 7 years old. She loved running (I hadn't grasped the significance of that yet) and looked like one of my favorite literary characters - Ramona Quimby from the Beverly Cleary books (or Scout from 'To Kill a Mockingbird' if you don't know and love Ramona).
I watched that little darling grow up, have babies and master every task I gave her with ease. I saw what was coming and I slowed down my game speed, just to keep her a bit longer. Then one day, I logged on to find her skeleton laying there and I burst into tears. I literally sobbed for a long time and truly grieved her loss. My kids laughed their heads off at my sappiness and my husband probably considered having me committed.
I don't know - is that so crazy? I mean, if I were watching a movie for two hours and cried at the end when the heroine died, no one would think anything of it, right? Why should it be ridiculous that I would care so much about something I invested DAYS of my life to?
Can I get an "Amen" from someone here and shut those brats of mine up?
I still log in to VV2 on occasion to check on my 106 ants scurrying about, and I always get just a little lump in my throat when I see Cape's totem.
I guess I really AM a big sap!
AMEN!!!!
I so totally understand!!!
Had that problem with Clarence and Kissa, in VV1. They were my favorites, in my first game. In VV2, I renamed a redhead "Melissa" (my real name). She became the first Esteemed Elder. I was so upset, when she died.
In this new game, my favorites were one of the Founding adults, whom I renamed "Moonlight" because she had purple in her hair--and Samuel, who became the First Chief at 8. When he turned 18, he and Moonlight began their romance. Moonlight died at 77, and I cried. I really did. Samuel just passed away at 76. I cried, again. But all I could think was "he's with his Beloved, now."
I was SO VERY happy, when their grandson, Samuel 3 fit the robe.
I will now call them (If you don't mind) The three Jems. 
*sniffle*
(I'm glad "Jem" is one of them. 
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