TheTraditionalGentleman

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  1. I've seen a few posts of them causing motion sickness or being clunky, but from the bit I've played so far since the update, I'm loving them. Thank you hinterland, truly. When I heard they were adding animations I was excited, but I really didn't expect them to actually add models for all hand/clothing options too. So far I've harvested bears, wolves, rabbits, moose, and deer using the hacksaw and knife. The animations for them look great in my opinion, though I haven't tried it with a hatchet or barehanded yet. Also as a side thing, something about holstering the rifle looks really nice now too. That being said, does anyone else think we'll get any more animations, now that there's a framework for displaying hand models? Or do you think this is all we'll get? While I'd love animations for anything and everything, if Hinterland were to prioritize "essential" things to have animations for, I'd personally suggest ones for - Lighting a fire (we do this all the time, and I think it'd add a lot to immersion) - Harvesting wood (another thing we frequently do that would add to immersion) - Fishing (with the overhaul to fishing, I feel like having an animation for setting our jig, and maybe for pulling up a caught fish on the line would cement fishing). Animations I'd like, but don't exactly expect would be - reading a book - sharpening tools - cleaning guns - taking a sip from coffee/tea - generic animation for repairs/sewing/crafting (probably just motioning your hands off screen while the proper sound plays for whatever it is you're repairing) I don't expect we'll get animations for everything, but I'm excited for anything else they choose to animate. What about all of you? Anyone else excited about this addition? Also, do you think we'll get more animations? If so, what do you think we're likely to actually get?
  2. I would recommend anything by Jack London. You should be able to find a collection of short stories, but some of my favorites are - To Build a Fire - a lone man (and his dog) in remote Alaska made a mistake on traveling in bad weather. Story focuses on his attempts to build a fire and not freeze to death. - The White Silence - Probably my favorite of his. I won't spoil anything, but it's about how suddenly brutal and harsh life can be in the frozen Yukon. - The Love of Life - A man dead to rights, struggling to stay alive. Very much about the instinct of survival. Other than Jack London, I would also recommend The Revenant (book by Michael Punke) - This book follows a somewhat fictionalized/dramatized version of the life of 1800's fur trapper, Hugh Glass after he was mauled by a grizzly, robbed, and left for dead in the middle of the wilderness, and his trek back to civilization for revenge. I've read a few books on Hugh Glass, and this one is my favorite version. Hold the Dark (book) - a wolf hunter/photographer gets a letter asking him to help a mother in rural Alaska who's child was taken by wolves. Is somewhat of a survival thriller that focuses on the line between human and beast. It's a bit of a weird book, but one of my favorite "winter/survival" books. And in case you don't know, both The Revenant and Hold the Dark have movie renditions. Hold the Dark had mixed reviews, but it's still one of my favorites.
  3. My Submission: Free Trapper Category: Survival Cosplay Quote: "He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive." - Jack London, The Call of the Wild (1903)
  4. I think it originally closed due to covid, but at this point I’m assuming they have some other reason for still keeping it closed. Maybe it was taking too much time/resources to run or something? I’ve been really hoping for them to open it back up, but they don’t seem eager to share any details on it.
  5. How do you like the hatchet? I got one too, and it seems to do decent, but I find that I generally prefer the Hudson Bay axe I have for cutting wood and branches. It’s a bit bigger, but easy enough to pack around, and has a lot more heft than the hatchet.
  6. Thanks for the reply! I'm glad to hear they last for a long time then. I was expecting something similar to the whetstone, or tools. Hopefully anyone who has tried it after the update can verify if they can be repaired at the mill. That would be pretty nice
  7. I haven't gotten them yet, and am all the way in Mystery lake at the moment. I want to get the new gear, but if they can't be repaired, that seems like a long trek for a short-lived convenience item.
  8. Is there a way to change our screen names? I've tried to look it up, and am getting conflicting answers. I made this account a while ago, and am just now starting to really use it, and would like to change my name to what I use on most other media, "TheNobleYeoman".
  9. I was hiking in the woods one time (on my own), and was going down the trail, when I turned and saw two bull moose just hanging out and grazing, maybe 50 yards away from me. Those things were really quiet, considering they're the size of a truck. I was so freaked out, and my heart was pounding 😆. I edged off the trail and into the treeline, so I had something between me and them in case they got aggressive, and I worked my way further down the path before going onto the trail again. On my way back, they had moved to where they were standing in the middle of the trail, so I went back into the treeline, and circled around while making noise and talking to them so they knew I was there and didn't get startled. Then I followed the trail out, and headed back home. I saw moose a lot where I used to live, but that was the closest I'd ever been to any.
  10. USA, specifically Wyoming. It looks a lot like TLD here, except for no auroras, sadly.
  11. Was hoping to edit the post, but I guess I'm not able to. Just wanted to add one more picture that I forgot to put up originally.
  12. Thank you! 😄 A person can hardly live without a moose satchel! Combine that with a steady diet of elk, rabbit, and coffee, and I have enough carrying capacity to pack all sorts of things around.
  13. Thank you! One of my favorite authors is Jack London, so I was trying to write similar to his style, along with something of a short poem. I guess the Pilgrim must have a bit of luck, to not have to add a bear mauling to his list of misfortunes 😆
  14. I live on a ranch in the middle of a valley that bears a striking resemblance to Pleasant Valley (complete with the wind), and had a chance to get some pictures in all my warm clothes. There isn't a muzzleloader in TLD, but I feel like it's something you'd probably fin d on Great Bear.
  15. The Pilgrim The dawn was cold, yet the Pilgrim trudged on. He had faced many kinds of cold before, yet this was a different entity altogether. Alien. Empty. Void. This was a cold that he had never felt, and it was endless. Timeless. There was no snow to crunch beneath his boots as he walked. No, this was not the kind of cold to allow such things as snow. Merely the dull, moaning wind, and little razors that sanded across his face, before disappearing into the earth. The Pilgrim continued to move. The dark of the night had passed, yet the day was barely brighter. He had done what he could to hold back the cold. He wore the skins of animals, to the point where he more resembled a chimera than a man. Yet it was not enough. The cold was still there. The cold that bites and gnaws, gnashes and claws, all the way down to the marrow of the bones. In one hand, he held onto a flickering, burning torch. He held it so close that his face was hot, and his beard singed, yet it was not enough to keep back the cold, and the torch grew ever shorter. The pilgrim hiked. He trudged. He moved, yet with every movement he could feel his joints going stiff. Those that were not becoming stiff, he could scarcely feel at all. He may have considered this cold a threat. An enemy to be challenged and overcome. Yet he knew better, or rather, felt the truth. This was the heart of cold. The essence of Niflheimr, of absence, of eternity. There was nothing to face here, and it was that very nothingness that chilled him now. He had already passed others like him. Fellow pilgrims that had succumbed to the cold. Had it been the same cold? Behind ever dulling, watering eyes, he wondered if he would be like them. It was then that he saw the hut. A small place of stone and wood. Something vainly erected in an attempt to hold back the howling void. He approached and stumbled through the door. The hut was small, with nothing but a crude fireplace, some beds, a shelf, and a chair. And a gaping hole in the roof, that left him exposed to the dull hunger of outside. The man staggered to the fireplace. There had already been wood gathered and left here, perhaps as a small kindness to any pilgrim that came this far. The Pilgrim gathered the wood, and with trembling, mitten-cased hands, began to assemble the base of a fire. Using his torch, he spread the fire into the pile of tinder, and brought another flame to life. The man waited for the fire to grow, then added more fuel. Then more. Then more. He grew ever more frenzied, adding fuel after fuel, until the fire grew, blazed, and roared, threatening to enter into the room and consume the hut in its growth. All this time, the Pilgrim knelt by it on numb knees, basking and praying in the burning heat of his savior. Yet all the while, the cold outside moaned. Aside from the scorching heat of the flame, the man felt little warmer. The fire could not unroot the cold from deep within him. Most of the heat escaped, being snatched up by the cold through the hole in the roof. The man knelt. He knew there was still a long way to go. He knew not if he would arrive, or if he would be passed by another pilgrim, much like he had passed those before him. All the while, the flame consumed what fuel he had given it, and gradually began to die back. This was the end of the flame. How long did he have left before he faded away in the same way? The Pilgrim reached down and grabbed a still burning brand from the dying fire. He rose on numb legs, turned, and walked to the door. The wind was calling outside. The cold was creeping its way in. The Pilgrim took one last look at the fading embers of the fire inside, opened the door, and stepped back into the void.