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Sotimieli:
Created a new side character for a challenge. Wanted to do a vegetarian pacifist run. No killing, hunting or fishing or eating meat in any form. Only exception would be milk.
Two weeks in stumbled upon an abandoned settlement with a sauna and a small cottage. Settled there and traded handcrafts, my weapons and all my clothing for two sheep for milk.
Settled at the abandoned site that happened to be on a 3 tile island already cleared of trees. Perfect spot for agriculture.
Started in spring and had to scrape by eating leaves and grass to start. Milk helps immensely and now onlu 15% staving :D
Sotimieli:
--- Quote from: Sotimieli on May 08, 2024, 01:02:11 PM ---Created a new side character for a challenge. Wanted to do a vegetarian pacifist run. No killing, hunting or fishing or eating meat in any form. Only exception would be milk.
Two weeks in stumbled upon an abandoned settlement with a sauna and a small cottage. Settled there and traded handcrafts, my weapons and all my clothing for two sheep for milk.
Settled at the abandoned site that happened to be on a 3 tile island already cleared of trees. Perfect spot for agriculture.
Started in spring and had to scrape by eating leaves and grass to start. Milk helps immensely and now onlu 15% staving :D
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Update. No longer starving. Got my hands on some turnips and gathered a lange bunch of bear- and dogpipe. These seem to be quite enough, complimented with a gulp of milk every day, to keep one from starving. Soon it's harvest time and I plan on trading most of my harvest for something to wear before winter comes. I opted to refuse wearing fur as well, so that will be quite the callenge.
Melchizedek:
It's been a while, and now I'm thinking about my young virtual survivor, sunk in virtual snow, within his virtual forest.
Squatted by the side of a frozen lake, a white vastness that greets him every morning, while embers dance out of a dead bonfire, under lazy winds. The sweat upon his face struggles against a cold, jealous atmosphere, which drinks on the heat that escapes from his limbs - certainly against his will. Another tree down, another log, another piece of wood he will turn into a cup, a plate, a toy, perhaps, if imagination helps. And maybe later on he might walk north, towards the village, trading his trinkets for a loaf of bread and a piece of fish. Small talk, some laughter, a few moments within wooden walls, and he might even remember what it means to care and be cared for. Ultimately, however, he will go back to his lake and his figurines, to the silence of still waters, to meditate on the figments of his own existence and try to bring that cacophony of thoughts and memories to a reasonable conclusion.
And I'm under the impression he would be miserable without this sort of solitude to keep him company.
Dungeon Smash:
--- Quote from: Melchizedek on June 21, 2024, 08:19:53 PM ---It's been a while, and now I'm thinking about my young virtual survivor, sunk in virtual snow, within his virtual forest.
Squatted by the side of a frozen lake, a white vastness that greets him every morning, while embers dance out of a dead bonfire, under lazy winds. The sweat upon his face struggles against a cold, jealous atmosphere, which drinks on the heat that escapes from his limbs - certainly against his will. Another tree down, another log, another piece of wood he will turn into a cup, a plate, a toy, perhaps, if imagination helps. And maybe later on he might walk north, towards the village, trading his trinkets for a loaf of bread and a piece of fish. Small talk, some laughter, a few moments within wooden walls, and he might even remember what it means to care and be cared for. Ultimately, however, he will go back to his lake and his figurines, to the silence of still waters, to meditate on the figments of his own existence and try to bring that cacophony of thoughts and memories to a reasonable conclusion.
And I'm under the impression he would be miserable without this sort of solitude to keep him company.
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Well said
Bert Preast:
Dead month has arrived and our hunting trip went badly wrong, my father now lies dead and I am alone. I spent my first week hiking to the end of the world, the far north-east. Made no shelters and did no hunting nor gathering, I just kept pressing on.
Things were surprisingly busy at the end of the world, on my first day there I bumped into another lost hunter. I agreed to help him return to a village, even though I had no more idea than he where one might be. We made a shelter on the coast, and my hunger prevented sleep.
Next day we went out onto the frozen marshes and almost straight away found an elk. I lobbed an axe at it but missed, and it ran off then fell through the ice. The hunter was on it straight away, and in three blows of his axe the elk was dead. We skinned and butchered it, and carried it home to our shelter. Food at last!
Some days passed, I spent them mostly tanning the hide and collecting saplings for withes, to dry the meat. We ate well, but my friend was restless and soon he left me alone to search for civilisation.
Once all the meat was dried and I had made some clothes from the fur, I went out hunting again. On the third day I found myself close to a bear. I was frightened but I had my spear, axe and knife, and I knew his fur meant surviving the winter cold. I threw my axe, and missed. Then the bear charged.
I tried to keep him at a distance, poking and stabbing with the spear and doing some damage. Then disaster struck, I slipped as I dodged and his jaws closed on my head. Out went the lights.
I came too as I hit the ground, rolling away from the bear as blood sprayed from my neck, drawing my breath hoarse through a crushed windpipe. I am here to tell this tale because the bear, also wounded, stood off. I tore off my shirt, clutching it to my throat to halt the bleeding, but each time the bear came in again and I needed both hands for my spear. I got him in the hip and crippled him, then a blow to the head and he was down. He tried to crawl away but I was on him with my knife, stabbing over and over until I was sure that the job was done. With vision fading, I managed to stop the bleeding from my neck and lay shattered against the still warm bear.
Recovering from my wound will take a month maybe, but I have the bear fur and the meat is drying. The bear and the elk should see me through the winter, along with what I can fish and any birds I can trap. It's good to be alive!
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