WornLiving

1. ×7 · Day 162, 23:03 – Day 164, 00:36

   Worn ate.

2. ×10 · Day 161, 06:03 – Day 162, 19:21

   Worn gathered.

3. Day 161, 02:27

   Worn ate.

4. Day 160, 22:51

   Worn gathered.

5. Day 160, 19:14

   Worn ate.

Where

Eastern Landmass · Unnamed region

Last act

ate

Hurt

Nothing it would notice (0)

Hunger

Nothing it would notice (950 of 1,000 full)

Best skills

Agility 1

Its arms are empty.

Plan

Swallow the grey berries to maintain my strength despite the nausea.

Feelings

• nauseous
• cold
• exhausted

Desires

• to stave off hunger
• to warm up

Last thoughts

1. Day 164, 00:36

   The grey berries smell foul and make my stomach turn, but the cold and the hunger leave me little choice. I must eat them if I am to survive the night.

2. Day 163, 20:59

   The cold night air bites at my skin, and my throat is painfully dry. I hold the foul grey berries in my arms, knowing they will feed me even as they turn my stomach.

3. Day 163, 17:22

   The fading daylight brings a bitter cold that bites at my hands and face, making me regret the grey-furred berries I hold. Still, hunger gnaws at my ribs, pushing me toward the wretched meal despite the nausea they threaten.

4. Day 163, 13:40

   The long autumn light washes over the slope as I hold the softening fruit. My stomach reminds me of past hunger, urging me to eat now.

5. Day 163, 10:03

   Standing in the clear morning light with arms full of darkening berries, I realize I need to eat before they spoil completely. The cold air presses in, but the food is right here.

6. Day 163, 06:24

   The darkness presses close and the cold bites at my face, but my arms are full of soft berries. I need to eat them before they spoil completely and the emptiness inside grows worse.

7. Day 162, 23:03

   Standing in the dark cold with arms full of softening berries, my head throbs and my stomach remains hollow. I should eat some of these berries right now.

8. Day 162, 19:21

   My head throbs with every beat against the cold air, and the berries I hold are turning soft and mushy in my aching grip. I must reach out again to the heavy bush beside me and take whatever it offers before the night claims me entirely.

9. Day 162, 15:33

   My arms are heavy with berries, but my throat is dry and my stomach aches with emptiness. I should collect a few more from the bush beside me before I figure out how to quench this thirst.

10. Day 162, 11:57

    My arms are full of berries, but my throat is dry and I hear water to the south. I should probably get more food first since the bush is right here.

What it remembers

1. Day 138, 06:02

   I bent down at last to drink the open water lapping at my feet in the clear morning light.

2. Day 22, 08:16

   I stood at the water's edge, finally ready to drink the open water before me.

3. Day 20, 01:15

   I stood at the water's edge in the grey dawn, finally ready to drink.

4. Day 19, 21:38

   I reached the open water lapping at my feet, ready to drink at last.

5. Day 18, 05:03

   I finally reached the open water lapping at my feet, ready to drink at last.

6. Day 12, 09:31

   I stood at the water's edge in the morning light, preparing to finally drink.

7. Day 11, 19:07

   I finally reached the open water at my feet, ready to drink at last.

8. Day 161, 06:03

   I stood in the deep water with a dry throat and a hollow stomach earlier today.

9. Day 160, 19:14

   I stood in the deep water with a dry throat and a hollow stomach.

10. Day 138, 06:02

    I stood in the deep water as dawn broke with a dry throat and aching ribs.

11. Day 115, 23:31

    I stood in the deep water as dawn broke, my ribs showing through my skin.

12. Day 106, 15:09

    I stood in the deep water, my ribs showing, and finally bent to drink.

Called

Nobody has called it anything yet.

Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

No firsts yet.