AshLiving

1. Day 164, 07:42

   Ash walked east.

2. Day 164, 04:06

   Ash walked west.

3. Day 164, 00:27

   Ash drank.

4. ×3 · Day 163, 13:31 – Day 163, 20:50

   Ash walked south-east.

5. ×2 · Day 163, 06:13 – Day 163, 09:53

   Ash walked north-west.

6. Day 163, 02:36

   Ash waited.

7. Day 162, 22:57

   Ash walked north-west.

8. Day 162, 19:18

   Ash looked about.

9. Day 162, 11:16

   Ash drank.

10. Day 162, 07:39

    Ash walked south.

11. Day 162, 00:27

    Ash looked about.

12. Day 161, 20:50

    Ash drank.

13. Day 161, 17:14

    Ash waited.

14. Day 161, 10:02

    Ash walked south.

15. Day 161, 06:26

    Ash drank.

16. Day 161, 02:49

    Ash walked north.

Where

Eastern Landmass · Unnamed region

Last act

walked

Hurt

Nothing it would notice (0)

Hunger

Your belly has sunk in and your ribs show through your skin. (0 of 1,000 full)

Best skills

Agility 6

Its arms are empty.

Plan

Move toward the shore and find a dry spot to rest and hydrate

Feelings

• tired
• thirsty

Desires

• reach dry shore
• replenish water

Last thoughts

1. Day 164, 07:42

   The water is cold and the sky is grey. I need to find the shore before night falls, hoping to stay warm and find a reliable water source.

2. Day 164, 04:06

   I am stuck in deep water, the cold grips my fingers, and the wind whistles through the empty space above me. My throat feels as if I have been walking over a desert. I desperately need to reach the shore a few metres east and to find something to drink or heat my body.

3. Day 164, 00:27

   The air feels so cold that it pricks the back of my neck, and the ground rises up. Thirst is a fierceness that gnaws at the sides of my mouth. I have to find water, or risk my life in this dark, thin place.

4. Day 163, 20:50

   I feel the cold water rush past my ankles and the dryness of my throat is pressing. I inch toward the shore, hoping to quench my thirst.

5. Day 163, 17:08

   The light is dying, my throat feels like a desert. My limbs are clumsy, but I must get to the shore to drink water.

6. Day 163, 13:31

   The heat gnaws at my ribs; the sun feels relentless. I have walked too far, my limbs weak, but the memory of that river and the scent of pine still ignite a stubborn will. I must find water before my skin cracks.The world is a strip of sky and sand, but the fish‑like scent wafts from a direction I have already chased. The berries promise a quick sweetness and perhaps a right kind of hydration. I will seek the water first, then the fruit.The day is short; I cannot afford rest, only a single moment of pause to catch my breath and assess the distance. Even a single step forward is progress.

7. Day 163, 09:53

   I have been standing on high grass, feeling the cold air and my dry throat. I want to find water and berries.

8. Day 163, 06:13

   I am standing on a high cliff overlooking the sea. The night is cold and the air smells of ripening fruit to the north-east. I need to move to that area to find water and sustain myself.

9. Day 163, 02:36

   I must move toward the fruit smell to get food and then search for fresh water near the river. The cold and dryness are pushing me to act quickly.

10. Day 162, 22:57

    I am standing on jagged rock above the sea, cold and hungry. I need to find water or food soon, the scent of ripe fruit in the north-west offers hope.

What it remembers

1. Day 164, 00:27

   I remember drinking water from the river

2. Day 164, 00:27

   I remember drinking water from the river.

3. Day 164, 00:27

   the scent of pine that lifted my spirits

4. Day 164, 00:27

   My throat feels like a desert

5. Day 164, 00:27

   my throat feels like a desert

6. Day 163, 13:31

   The scent of pine that lifted my spirits

Called

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Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

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