HodaLiving

1. ×5 · Day 241, 03:49 – Day 241, 18:15

   Hoda gathered.

2. ×7 · Day 239, 22:11 – Day 241, 00:12

   Hoda ate.

3. ×7 · Day 238, 20:51 – Day 239, 18:34

   Hoda gathered.

4. Day 238, 17:09

   Hoda 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 1

Plan

Gather the dark berries nearby and eat them now to reduce hunger before heading to the river for water.

Feelings

• dry mouth
• curiosity about berries

Desires

• satisfy hunger
• stay alive

Last thoughts

1. Day 241, 18:15

   I stand on bare earth as the sky darkens, the air still and my mouth is dry. My arms are full of berries, and a lean grey animal watches from the west. I remember the river nearby, its clear water inviting, and the dark berries glinting in the low light. Hunger gnaws at me.

2. Day 241, 14:39

   I stand on the bare earth, arms full of dark berries. The river whispers to the south‑west, its water clear and inviting. My mouth is dry, and my stomach rumbles. The berries look ripe, their grey fur glinting in the warm light. I recall earlier noticing the river at my feet and the dark berries nearby. I need to eat before I move toward the water.

3. Day 241, 11:02

   I stand on the bare earth, berries heavy in my arms. My stomach growls and the river's distant murmur promises water. I must act quickly before the light fades.

4. Day 241, 07:25

   The morning light casts long shadows over the bare earth. I stand above the river, berries heavy in my hands. My stomach growls, reminding me of the need to eat before I can think of drinking. The dark berries glint invitingly, their scent sharp in the cool air. I recall earlier seeing the clear river flowing nearby, its water promising relief from thirst. I must act quickly while the berries are within reach.

5. Day 241, 03:49

   I stand on the barren ground, the night deepening. The river's roar to the south‑west promises water, but my stomach growls. A bush laden with dark berries lies within reach to the north‑west. The air is still, the stones cold beneath my feet. I must decide how to survive this twilight.

6. Day 241, 00:12

   I stand on the darkening earth, my hands heavy with soft, dark berries that are beginning to lose their firmness. The river's distant roar to the south‑west promises fresh water, but my stomach growls for nourishment. I recall earlier today noting the clear river at my feet and the glint of the berries' grey fur. I must eat before I venture further.

7. Day 240, 20:36

   The darkness presses in, the cold wind whispers across the bare earth. My arms are heavy with soft dark berries, their skin slick with dew. I can hear the distant roar of the river to the south‑west, promising water but also the unknown. My stomach growls, reminding me that I must eat soon. I recall earlier today noticing the clear river at my feet and the glint of the berries nearby. I decide to eat the berries now, then head toward the water.

8. Day 240, 17:00

   I stand on the warm bare earth, arms heavy with soft dark berries. The river's murmur lies to the south‑west, promising water. My stomach growls, reminding me to eat before I venture further.

9. Day 240, 13:24

   I stand on the bare earth, berries soft in my hands, the river's roar to the south-west reminding me of the water I need. My stomach rumbles and the dark berries beckon. I must eat before I set out for the river.

10. Day 240, 09:47

    I stand on the bare earth, berries soft in my hands. The river is nearby, its sound a constant hum. My stomach growls and the dark berries look ready to eat.

What it remembers

1. Day 241, 18:15

   Earlier today I noted the river running at my feet, its water clear and inviting.

2. Day 241, 18:15

   I recall the dark berries nearby, their grey fur glinting in the low light.

Called

Nobody has called it anything yet.

Beliefs

It has never repeated itself yet.

No firsts yet.