The Challenge is fucking insane, I did six runs recently.
First four attempts ended up dead due to thirst. Fifth time, I can't remember how I died. Sixth time, sixth time I lasted sixteen glorious weeks with only a leather cap on my head, dozens and dozens of bird traps that only yielded about one carcass every three days, drinking water from swamp puddles, and running from campfire to campfire trying to ease some heat into a human popsicle.
Eventually, it was just a death through attrition, as this swamp was just too wide with not enough game to sustain life. Not enough energy to do harder tasks as starvation sapped the strength and willpower even as an elk showed up during the last few days of life. A gamble to be patient and wait for smaller game that may never show up or risk using that last bit of energy to set a trap for an animal that may just have been passing through and already was long gone.
It has been my proudest and most memorable game yet.
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