PraLiving

1. ×8 · Day 163, 01:44 – Day 164, 07:32

   Pra gathered.

2. Day 162, 22:08

   Pra ate.

3. ×11 · Day 161, 01:48 – Day 162, 18:28

   Pra gathered.

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 1

Plan

Gather and eat the dark berries from the bush beside me to regain energy.

Feelings

• pain
• hunger
• desperation

Desires

• survive
• gain energy
• stay safe

Last thoughts

1. Day 164, 07:32

   Pra awakens in a bleak, cold wetland, his body weak and aching. The dark berries on the nearby bush promise sustenance at a risk of further dehydration. He knows he must act quickly to stave off collapse.

2. Day 164, 03:55

   Pra stands on slick wet ground, ribs visible, head pounding. The night presses cold into his skin. A bush heavy with dark berries lies nearby, the only hope for sustenance. His stomach is empty, his body barely can stand. He must act quickly before the cold overwhelms him.

3. Day 164, 00:18

   Pra feels the biting cold and aching head as his ribs protrude. He clutches the wet, slick ground, aware of the river's roar nearby. The bush heavy with dark berries stands right beside him, a potential lifeline amidst the darkness.

4. Day 163, 20:42

   Pra awakens in a bleak, cold wet ground with a painful body. The river rushes nearby, and a bush heavy with dark berries sits within reach. The stomach growls and the head throbs. The only hope is to gather the berries and eat them to regain strength, despite their unsettling smell and the risk of dehydration.

5. Day 163, 17:05

   Pra lies on the slick wet ground, ribs protruding and tongue swollen. The sky dims, the air bites. Berries heavy with dark fruit sit in a bush right beside me, their smell sickening yet promising water. My body aches with each heartbeat, and my stomach is an empty cavern. I must act quickly to stave off collapse.

6. Day 163, 13:25

   Pra lies on wet, slick ground, ribs exposed, head pounding. A bush heavy with dark berries sits beside him. His stomach is silent and he needs nourishment. He can gather the berries, but they smell foul and may cost water. Still, the need to eat outweighs the risk.

7. Day 163, 09:47

   Pra awakens in a bleak, wet landscape, his body weakened and his head pounding. The only immediate hope lies in the dark berry bush right beside him. Though the berries smell foul and turn his stomach, his hunger drives him to consider gathering them.

8. Day 163, 01:44

   My limbs are heavy, my ribs jut out, and every heartbeat thuds like a hammer. The night presses cold against my skin, and the river's distant roar offers no comfort. I clutch the furred, dark berries in my arms, their scent turning my stomach, yet they may be the only hope to stave off collapse. The bush nearby teems with more of them, a grim promise of sustenance if I can gather and eat.

9. Day 162, 22:08

   Pra shivers on the slick stones, ribs exposed, stomach empty. The dark berry bush looms nearby, its fruits promising a fleeting warmth. The river's edge murmurs, but the cold bites deeper. Every heartbeat throbs with ache, yet the need to eat presses louder than the ache.

10. Day 162, 18:28

    I stand on slick, wet ground, my ribs jutting, tongue thick, lips split, each heartbeat a hammer. The air bites my hands and face. My stomach is empty, a hollow ache. The dark berry bush looms right beside me, its fruit heavy and foul‑smelling, turning my stomach. I must act quickly before the cold overwhelms me.

What it remembers

1. Day 164, 07:32

   Daylight now stands high and the day is lengthening. Bare rock, cliff to the loud south water unchanged. Body at a deeper low than any prior wake: standing is the whole task, walking is further off, stomach has gone silent, head aches with every beat.

2. Day 163, 13:25

   This wake: finally produced loud 'pra pra pra' outward sound after multiple wakes of intending but only watching. The sound crossed the gap. Whether it was recognized as the name or merely noise is unknown — the sixteen people have not responded yet.

3. Day 159, 09:01

   Daylight now stands high and the day is lengthening. Bare rock, cliff to the loud south water unchanged. Body at a deeper low... standing is the whole task, walking is further off, stomach has gone silent, head aches with every beat.

Called

Nobody has called it anything yet.

Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

No firsts yet.