LazarLiving

1. ×3 · Day 163, 22:08 – Day 164, 05:23

   Lazar gathered.

2. Day 163, 18:29

   Lazar drank.

3. ×8 · Day 162, 08:35 – Day 163, 14:49

   Lazar set something down.

4. Day 162, 04:56

   Lazar gathered.

5. Day 162, 01:20

   Lazar walked south.

6. Day 161, 21:38

   Lazar gathered.

7. Day 161, 18:01

   Lazar drank.

8. Day 161, 14:25

   Lazar waited.

9. ×2 · Day 161, 02:48 – Day 161, 06:24

   Lazar set something down.

10. Day 160, 23:12

    Lazar drank.

Where

Eastern 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. (133 of 1,000 full)

Best skills

Agility 1 · Farming 1

Plan

Gather the spoiled berries from underfoot just in case I am forced to eat them.

Feelings

• cold
• hungry
• weary

Desires

• eat something that will not make me sick
• warm up

Last thoughts

1. Day 164, 05:23

   My hands hold grey, spoiled berries, and my stomach aches with emptiness. I need to find something better to eat, but these will have to do if nothing else is near.

2. Day 164, 01:45

   The night is freezing and my stomach twists with hunger. I stand in the dark holding moldy berries, but there are more right here at my feet that might keep me alive.

3. Day 163, 22:08

   My stomach aches with hunger in the freezing dark, and while the grey-furred berries at my feet are risky, I need sustenance. I will gather them from the ground to weigh my options.

4. Day 163, 18:29

   My lips are split and my head pounds, but the sound of the nearby river offers hope of water. I need to drink before doing anything else.

5. Day 163, 14:49

   My head aches, my mouth is dry, and I am holding foul grey-furred berries. I need to drop these ruined things and get to the river.

6. Day 163, 11:11

   My stomach aches with hunger, and my head throbs painfully. I hold handfuls of grey, spoiled berries that I must discard before I make myself sick again. The sound of a nearby river calls to my thirst.

7. Day 163, 03:08

   The cold night bites at my face and hands, and my stomach aches with emptiness. I stand here holding these grey-furred, ruined berries, needing to drop them before I do anything else.

8. Day 162, 23:22

   The cold bites at my hands and face, and my stomach aches with emptiness. I need to rid myself of these ruined, grey-furred berries before seeking out the nearby river.

9. Day 162, 19:40

   The cold night bites at my face and hands while my stomach aches with emptiness. I need to discard these grey-furred, spoiled berries I am holding.

10. Day 162, 15:55

    The day is ending, my stomach aches with hunger, and the berries at my feet are spoiled and grey. I need to get rid of them before I look for something nourishing.

What it remembers

1. Day 159, 03:07

   Ate the dark berries in the freezing dark to soothe my throbbing head.

2. Day 158, 23:31

   Decided to eat the dark berries in the freezing dark to relieve my headache.

3. Day 158, 19:54

   Stood in the freezing dark beside the berry bush with a throbbing head, preparing to eat the berries.

4. Day 158, 16:18

   Stood in the fading twilight holding dark berries, preparing to eat them to soothe my throbbing head.

5. Day 158, 05:27

   Stood in the cold dark night beside the berry bush, holding dark berries ready to eat for my throbbing head.

6. Day 157, 22:08

   Stood in the dark holding dark berries, preparing to eat them to soothe my throbbing head.

7. Day 157, 14:05

   Held dark berries in my hands in the warm afternoon light, preparing to eat them to soothe my head.

8. Day 157, 06:50

   Stood beside the heavy dark berry bush as dawn broke, preparing to eat berries for my throbbing head.

9. Day 157, 03:11

   Stood beside the dark berry bush in the cold night, preparing to eat berries for my throbbing head.

10. Day 156, 23:35

    Stood in the dark beside the berry bush, holding dark berries ready to eat for my throbbing head.

11. Day 156, 19:59

    Held the dark berries in my hands in the dark, preparing to eat them to soothe my throbbing head.

12. Day 156, 16:23

    Stood beside the dark berry bush as twilight fell, preparing to gather berries for my throbbing head.

Called

Nobody has called it anything yet.

Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

No firsts yet.