AyaanLiving

1. ×7 · Day 163, 02:31 – Day 164, 04:05

   Ayaan ate.

2. ×11 · Day 161, 06:04 – Day 162, 22:53

   Ayaan gathered.

3. ×2 · Day 160, 22:51 – Day 161, 02:27

   Ayaan ate.

Where

Western Landmass · Unnamed region

Last act

ate

Hurt

Nothing it would notice (0)

Hunger

Nothing it would notice (974 of 1,000 full)

Best skills

Agility 1

Its arms are empty.

Plan

Decide whether to eat the repulsive berries or discard them in search of water.

Feelings

• The biting cold chills my exposed face and hands.
• A throbbing headache pounds with every heartbeat, making me weak.
• Nausea twists my stomach from the smell of the grey berries.

Desires

• Relieve the agonizing hunger clawing at my insides.
• Quench my deep thirst with water instead of worsening it.
• Ease the pain in my head and warm my freezing body.

Last thoughts

1. Day 164, 04:05

   Standing in the absolute dark on the freezing grass, I hold stomach-turning grey berries while a headache hammers against my skull. I hear water to the east, but my hands are full of foul food that will cost me precious water if I consume them.

2. Day 164, 00:27

   My throat is parched and the cold bites at my skin, but I hold these foul grey berries. I must eat them to endure the night, despite how they turn my stomach.

3. Day 163, 20:49

   The night is freezing and dark, and my arms hold repulsive grey berries that smell sickening. Still, I am starving and must eat them despite the cost to my thirst.

4. Day 163, 13:28

   Standing in the daylight with hands full of softening berries, I decide it is time to eat them.

5. Day 163, 09:50

   The morning air is sharp, and the berries I hold are growing soft. I should eat them before they spoil further.

6. Day 163, 06:12

   The night is cold and dark, and my arms hold softening berries that I desperately need to eat.

7. Day 163, 02:31

   The cold bites at my flesh while my head pounds in rhythm with my heart. I hold a load of berries that turn soft in my grasp, and I must consume them to stave off the emptiness inside me.

8. Day 162, 22:53

   The cold grips my face and hands while my head pounds with every beat of my heart. I clutch the softening berries, desperate to keep them safe as I stand in the dark.

9. Day 162, 19:11

   The night is dark and freezing, my hands are full of softening berries, and my throat is dry. I need to gather what remains here before moving on.

10. Day 162, 15:33

    My mouth is dry and my arms hold berries, but I need more before I move toward water.

What it remembers

1. Day 83, 15:54

   Drank the open water at the shore to quench my terrible thirst.

2. Day 82, 20:52

   Reached the open water's edge in the dark, standing ready to drink.

3. Day 82, 13:30

   Finally reached the water's edge, standing right beside the open water.

4. Day 81, 22:44

   Finally reached the water's edge in the dark, preparing to drink.

5. Day 81, 15:21

   Stood four metres from open water, mustering the last of my strength to walk west and finally drink.

6. Day 40, 11:27

   Gathered my last remaining strength to finally walk the final ten metres south toward the open water.

7. Day 38, 22:36

   Struggled through the dark toward the sound of moving water lying ten metres south.

8. Day 38, 08:09

   Stood ten metres from open water at dawn, gathering the last of my strength to finally walk south and drink.

9. Day 37, 17:44

   Noticed open water ten metres to the south, desperately needing to drink.

10. Day 36, 04:52

    Stood ten metres from open water at dawn, gathering the last of my strength to drink.

11. Day 35, 13:40

    Stood ten metres from open water, mustering the remaining strength to walk south and drink.

12. Day 35, 10:03

    Walked ten final metres south toward the open water to save my life.

Called

Nobody has called it anything yet.

Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

No firsts yet.