RahulLiving

1. ×18 · Day 161, 13:08 – Day 164, 07:16

   Rahul gathered.

2. ×2 · Day 161, 05:54 – Day 161, 09:32

   Rahul ate.

Where

Western Landmass · Unnamed region

Last act

gathered

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 2 · Strength 1

Plan

Gather the berries from the bush to the south-east before they spoil.

Feelings

• determined

Desires

• survive

Last thoughts

1. Day 164, 07:16

   I feel the cold ground under my feet, my stomach growls, and the berries' scent fills my nose. I must act quickly before they rot.

2. Day 164, 03:33

   I shiver in the darkness, my body trembling as I stare at the dark berries glistening under the weak light. My stomach growls and the cold bites my fingers, but the thought of fresh water and nourishment drives me forward.

3. Day 163, 23:57

   I feel the biting cold seep into my bones as I clutch the soft berries, knowing they will spoil if I linger. My stomach growls, and the river's cold whisper urges me to act quickly.

4. Day 163, 20:20

   I stand on wet, slick ground, my body weakened, berries squish in my hands. The river rushes nearby, and a bush heavy with dark berries lies 15 metres to the south-east. I must act quickly before they rot.

5. Day 163, 16:43

   My body trembles on the slick ground, berries slipping from my hands as I stare at the dark bush ahead. The air is cold, the sky dim, and the river murmurs beside me. I need food now, but my strength is waning.

6. Day 163, 13:06

   My limbs ache and my stomach growls. The berries in my hands are softening, but I can see a bush heavy with dark berries just fifteen metres to the south-east. I must gather them before they slip away.

7. Day 163, 09:27

   My body aches, hunger gnaws, but the dark berry bush lies within reach. I must gather before my strength fails.

8. Day 163, 05:49

   I stand on wet, slick ground, the air biting at my skin. My ribs are visible, my lips split, and a dull ache drums in my head. My arms are heavy with soft berries, the last reach empty. A dark berry bush lies fifteen metres to the south‑east, within reach. The river murmurs at my feet, and the night presses in. I must gather those berries before my strength fails.

9. Day 163, 02:09

   My body trembles from the cold, berries slipping through my weary fingers as I inch toward the dark bush, hoping to gather enough before my strength abandons me.

10. Day 162, 22:31

    The night is biting, my body aches, and my stomach growls. My arms are already full of berries, yet I can see a bush teeming with dark berries just fifteen metres away to the south-east. My strength wanes, and I must act quickly before the cold and fatigue claim me.

What it remembers

1. Day 164, 07:16

   The taste of fresh water on my tongue after long thirst is unforgettable.

Called

Nobody has called it anything yet.

Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

No firsts yet.