Celeblith

Sharing a cup of rose hip tea with my friend here. I didn't have enough rose hips for him to have some too so he gets snow in a cup--he's clearly not too pleased with this.

Hey, Raph, Is there a real life location that has been the primary inspiration for the island of Great Bear? If so, where is it? Where in the Canada of the universe of The Long Dark is Great Bear located? Are there any details you can share about Great Bear's location, geography, climate, etc. in terms of lore and story background (e.g., how far off the coast is it, how large is the island compared to the playable regions introduced thus far, is there any Native American history associated with Great Bear)?

Do you know something I don't?

"A Farewell to Arms" I took this screenshot on the last day of a Nomad run. Having left most of my gear at the stone church, I kept these tools as a just-in-case should I run into wolves on the short path to the lighthouse. Once I'd made it safely to that solitary pinnacle, I knew that I wouldn't be needing these again.

What's in 1.36?

Got attacked by a wolf and didn't have any antiseptic. Went on a quest to find old man's beard only to realize I was getting frostbite. Began quest for gloves. > "Quest? I'm already on a quest." At signal hill, meet Kenai from Brother Bear. Pull out rifle in the hopes that he'll use it to sign autograph. "Accidentally" shoot him in the face. > tfw it's not kenai Now my stuff's scattered everywhere and I'm what happens when you try to be at risk of an infection twice. Still no beard. Still no antisep. Die convulsing in bed at farmstead. Didn't realize you had to sleep for ten consecutive hours after taking antibiotics. > WhY diDn't i rEaD thE lAbel oN tHe bOttLe Full story here.

Question that's been on my mind since killing my first bear: why does bear meat come with the risk of intestinal parasites? Bears are omnivorous after all and I can't imagine why eating the meat of an omnivore comes with the same risk as eating that of a carnivore (wolfmeat). Is it a balancing thing?

I can attest that I've picked up a piece of birch bark only once in who knows how many playthroughs. Once I saw what it could be used for, I said "nyeh" as I chucked it and I never wasted inventory space on it again.

In a game like TLD wherein so much hangs in the balance, extra-natural dangers really are the worst. I mean, the game has been carefully sculpted so that all the advantages you have and all the disadvantages, threats, etc. work out to give players a harrowing but exhilarating experience. The veil parts a tad when a simple lurch over a two-foot snowbank yields me a sprained wrist and ankle, internal bleeding, hemorrhoids, dementia, the AIDS virus, and a shattered femur. That's not even to mention doors that take me not to the interiors/exteriors of buildings but rather to a strange alternate universe whose only inhabitants are the words "'THE LONG DARK' STOPPED WORKING. REPORT ERROR?" *Sigh*

So, update: I took your advice by accident. See, I'd lost my only hat in a wolf attack, so frostbite was a constant concern. Because of this, I had to embark on a hat quest. This in circuitous fashion took me to the muskeg, where I thought, "What's the worst that can happen if I set out across the marsh?" And that's exactly what I did. I espied what looked like a structure off in the distance and slogged toward it. Nearly fell through the ice a couple of times, but I got there and . . . Burned down house. Shed. Inside, a forge. Wowie. I'd found it! And best of all, there was a hammer out back. I didn't find a hat, but I did craft ten arrowheads Now if only I could learn how to shoot . . .

I'm creeping up on day 40 . . . might make a new survival save for the sole purpose of exploring the muskeg, or I might do it in story mode, but there's no way I'm putting my current save's life on the line like that. I like the idea, though.

Right, I just mean that in-game, it might be possible. But then, I wonder if you wouldn't eat the cattails faster than they can grow back . . . Also, as for the bow and arrows, I crafted a survival bow a short while ago. Also, I know finding arrowheads is a lot to hope for, but right now I have no interest in abandoning my base to put my life on the line trying to find a hammer and brave the muskeg just to forge some stupid arrowheads . . . then again, I'm gonna need something to get rid of these wolves. My current strategy is as follows: get naked, take only knife, find wolf, run kamikaze-style at it, get mauled, kill wolf, wait until I heal, repeat. Not very effective.

One could probably subsist on nothing but cattail stalks (good idea for a vegan roleplay playthrough???) but besides that, it'd be silly to try and be vegan the way we can be in the first world, in a survival situation like this. People often say, "If you tried to be vegan a hundred/a thousand/ten thousand years ago, you'd starve!" And they're right! We avoid cruelty and try to protect the environment to the best of our ability, but surviving harsh conditions often means your continued existence necessitates the death of something else, and that's, as non-vegans love saying, the circle of life I like what you said about bow-hunting being more ethical (and of course ethics in this case is practically meaningless, since they're not real bunnies--still, it's fun to talk about). I'm in a real hurry to find/craft a bow--partly for that reason--but to be honest I'm having trouble finding arrowheads (and I'm not ready to leave the safety of my starting region to find a forge!). Anyway, good luck with that, and as I say to everyone on here, happy hunting

So (surprise) ya boi Celeblith is vegan . . . but a survivor's gotta do what a survivor's gotta do. Still, I can't help feeling a little bit of guilt (not strictly as a vegan but as a human being in general) when I ploink one of those little thumpers with a rock right between his peepers, lumber on up to him, look into his eyes, and snap his lil' neck as he lets out a muffled screech. The game's gotta be commended for having this kind of realism (making me feel remorse for killing incorporeal lines of code projected as pixels in the shape of a rabbit is pretty cool), but I'm curious, anybody else cringe a little when snapping rabbit necks?