Logs
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 10:34 pm
Cycle 1
A soft female voice plays through the device. "I have taken to using the black satellite to judge the passage of time in this dark world. It's cold, bitterly so. Dark, barren." There is a pause. "Snow everywhere, but not a drop to drink. I would rather not resort to eating snow and ice to get water. No sign of food." There is another, longer pause. "I don't see why I expected anything else, given my history. I will likely be trapped here, taken, again, against my will, until I die of starvation. No signs of wood to burn things." A soft sigh comes through. "I suppose something really does hate me. The last world failed to kill me, and this one...this one likely will. Not even lucky enough to just get a quick, easy death from the elements. It's not cold enough to hurt me, so I will instead dehydrate and starve. Hard to say which will get me first." A much longer pause, covering five seconds. "Probably starvation, since it's more painful and slower...Since arrival, I have met only two beings. One in a fortress filled with traps and undead, and one made of wind who nearly made my head snap in two. No animals, no plants. At least isolation is nothing new. I miss eating."
Cycle 2
The voice sparks back to life. "Water! Plenty of it! Much warmer than the ambient air too. I drank as much as I could, and then bottled more for later. This place seems to have springs of water that show up periodically, as evident by the lack of it before I fell asleep and presence after I woke. There is still no food or signs of life. The black sky is making this less enjoyable." A loud click is heard before a second. "Fungi appear to grow, though I could not tell how edible they were. Knowing my luck, able to kill me. I left them alone and started walking again. It's been six kelik since. The moon is setting soon. I guess I'll lay down to rest. Stomach is beginning to hurt badly."
Cycle 3
"A whole cycle of walking and hunting, and nothing to show for it. Becoming exhausted, difficulty moving. Stomach is worse. I will probably die here." A long pause breaks the speech. "No, that would be to easy..."
A soft female voice plays through the device. "I have taken to using the black satellite to judge the passage of time in this dark world. It's cold, bitterly so. Dark, barren." There is a pause. "Snow everywhere, but not a drop to drink. I would rather not resort to eating snow and ice to get water. No sign of food." There is another, longer pause. "I don't see why I expected anything else, given my history. I will likely be trapped here, taken, again, against my will, until I die of starvation. No signs of wood to burn things." A soft sigh comes through. "I suppose something really does hate me. The last world failed to kill me, and this one...this one likely will. Not even lucky enough to just get a quick, easy death from the elements. It's not cold enough to hurt me, so I will instead dehydrate and starve. Hard to say which will get me first." A much longer pause, covering five seconds. "Probably starvation, since it's more painful and slower...Since arrival, I have met only two beings. One in a fortress filled with traps and undead, and one made of wind who nearly made my head snap in two. No animals, no plants. At least isolation is nothing new. I miss eating."
Cycle 2
The voice sparks back to life. "Water! Plenty of it! Much warmer than the ambient air too. I drank as much as I could, and then bottled more for later. This place seems to have springs of water that show up periodically, as evident by the lack of it before I fell asleep and presence after I woke. There is still no food or signs of life. The black sky is making this less enjoyable." A loud click is heard before a second. "Fungi appear to grow, though I could not tell how edible they were. Knowing my luck, able to kill me. I left them alone and started walking again. It's been six kelik since. The moon is setting soon. I guess I'll lay down to rest. Stomach is beginning to hurt badly."
Cycle 3
"A whole cycle of walking and hunting, and nothing to show for it. Becoming exhausted, difficulty moving. Stomach is worse. I will probably die here." A long pause breaks the speech. "No, that would be to easy..."