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Apparently, there's a plane crash in the Mystery Lake. Was this always here? I have never seen it before.

My PC crashed, and I had to install a new mother board, and re-install windows. I guess, I could have figured out a way to preserve the save files, just didn't think I'd lose them. Weirdly enough, some of my other steam games still have their saves. Maybe it's because The Long Dark stores its saves in appdata local, while others do in the steam folder? I don't know. Good thing is, I didn't have a 500-day run or something like that. Bad thing is, I was really trying to complete all of the Challenges, the only 2 that were left were As The Dead Sleep and Escape The Darkwalker. Guess, I'll repeat this when Hunted 3 comes out. Also, I lost the 4DON badges, repeating that would be more of an old-version-installing file-wizardry challenge. And the feats I don't really care for that much, since I never use them.

Recently my PC bluescreened, and I had to reinstall a bunch of stuff. The long and short of it is I lost all of my The Long Dark progress. Saves, badges, feats, everything. And the steam cloud's save was overwritten, so there's no help there either. And all that when I nearly completed As The Dead Sleep. Well, I guess when the new Tales From the Far Territory update comes out I'll start the freshest new game.

DAY 4 – Evening I messed up. When I woke up the fog still hasn't cleared, but I decided to keep going along the highway. An hour or two later, I reached its end. A rock fall was blocking the road. There was an abandoned car, inside I found a note. The author's name is Heather, it said that she was going to some place called "Mystery Lake". I couldn't go over the rock fall. It was big, as if a mountain fell on this highway. So I tried going around it. I went uphill, away from the shore. Knee-deep in snow I kept trudging away. The slope to the west was too steep, so I was getting further and further away from the road. I think, at some point, I got turned around. It's hard to say because of the fog. I got lost. And no one would come looking for me. I chose a direction and tried following it. Three hours later I stumbled into a lonely cabin. I have no idea where I am, but at least I won't die of hypothermia. ...Today

DAY 3 – Evening Inventory check: Clothes - Cotton Toque - Wool Scarf - Wool Mittens - Wool Socks (two pairs) - Boots (weren't made for this climate) - Jeans - Cargo Pants - Wool sweater - Hockey Jersey - Sports West - Parka Food - Chocolate bar x2 - Energy Bar x2 - Granola Bar - Chips - Pork and Beans (Canned) - Oats - Sardines - Orange Soda - Half a Bottle of Water First Aid - Bandage x2 - Painkillers x12 pills (my arm keeps hurting, I'll have to start taking them if it gets worse) Other - Cooking Pot - Sleeping Bag - Oil lamp - Flashlight (need a battery) - Matches x20 - Books x3

DAY 3 – Daytime I exited the garage and followed the highway west. It was warm outside for a winter morning, and I had pants on my pants, so the cold wasn't that big of an issue. There was, however, a thick fog. So thick that I couldn't see more than 30 meters away. I heard wolves howling on the frozen sea, but couldn't see them. Maybe I should have taken that rifle. Two hours later, I noticed some sort of a mine entrance to the left. Upon going in to investigate, I was creeped out of my mind, so I left immediately. But I did pick up a flashlight. Its battery was dead, though. A little south-west of the mine there was a log sort with a trailer. The trailer was mostly empty, so I continued going. Three more hours and I approached a fishing village. Just as abandoned as every other trace of civilization I came across. The fog is still heavy. I should stay here until tomorrow.

DAY 3 – Morning Tonight I dreamt of the crash two days ago. The dream felt so real and it matched the reality perfectly. The fire in the cockpit, the pain, me in a daze trying climb out through the windshield, slipping and falling down the mountain. My left arm still hurts, although I should be glad I got out alive, not even any broken bones. I remember the last two days very clearly. There might not be a need to keep a diary. But I really got into writing, it helps me put my thoughts in order. Was I a writer before? Anyway, this garage is getting colder every day. The only way to warm it up is the fire barrel in the backroom, but I don't have to be an expert survivalist to understand that the smoke would make this place uninhabitable. This place is death trap, I have to get going.

DAY 2 – Daytime Unfortunately, I saw no mobile phones or landlines while I was ravaging this town. Or people, although I didn't have my hopes up when it came to that. When I came back to the gas station, though, I noticed that the room I had spent the last night in, had computer in it this whole time. It wasn't plugged in, and there was no power cable. I looked around, searched all the drawers, and collected quite the assortment of various wires. At the end of the day, when the monitor and keyboard were connected to the computer, and the computer itself was plugged to the socket and LAN, I pressed the power button and... ...Nothing happened Of course, the power's off, no one lives here!

DAY 2 – Daytime I still can’t remember anything from my past, but I can say for certain that I never enjoyed a breakfast more than I enjoyed the one I had this morning. One of the houses had some meat in the fridge and a can of oats. The stove was out of gas, but there was a fireplace. The experience of lighting a fire, putting a pot next to it, and cooking some porridge with meat was so cozy… For the first time here I felt safe. When it comes to clothing, I found two sweaters better suited for this weather than the one that was on me yesterday, another pair of pants and a parka. There was also a backpack. A couple cans of peaches that I found later fit nicely inside it. I probably shouldn’t be so happy about stealing people’s stuff. But I don’t think anyone would miss their oats that would probably go bad by the time they return in spring. If they even return… There was a cup of coffee left in a microwave. Whoever made it, had to leave in a hurry.

DAY 2 – Morning I was terribly parched when I woke up. My soda reserves ended yesterday, and the tomato soup I found in one of the cabins was safely locked inside a can that I couldn’t open. I went to the bathroom and tried turning the tap on, but there was no water. Then, a thought occurred to me, and I was both delighted and disappointed at being right. The toilet cistern had some water at the bottom. It seemed clean. And it tasted clean too. If I wasn’t a survivor before, I am now. Plans for the day: - Search every house in this town - Find a jacket - Cook some proper food (if the cold doesn’t kill me, the diet of crackers and chocolate will) - Find any communication device - Contact emergency services

DAY 1 – Evening I was going downhill for a couple hours. The cold was horrible. I tried adjusting the scarf to cover as much of my face as possible. Laughably desperate, completely useless. The cold wind was going through my sweatshirt like it was nothing. When it felt like too much to take, I noticed a shore and a powerline to the south. And an actual road. One more hour downhill following the wire and I saw a small townsite. Upon getting closer I called out to people. This time a got a response. A wolf howl. It sounded very close to me. So I rushed away to the biggest building around, some sort of a gas station, or a hangar. Luckily, it was open and surprisingly warm. Inside I found some more chips and candy bars. There’s a lot of repair equipment here. There’s also a rifle. This is silly, I don’t need a gun. I need clothes, food and water. Where would I even put it? Not to mention that if the owner notices me walking around with their weapon, this is going to be a very awkward conversation. For now, I’m going to sleep.

DAY 1 – Daytime I went through all of the three cabins. My first priority was finding warm clothes, but all I found was a scarf. Better than nothing. I also took some food, since I was getting hungry, and a couple of books to read or burn if need be. Stealing is wrong, but it’s a survival situation I find myself in. Hopefully, I won’t have to get used to it. It’s warm in here. I have food and a couple sodas. I could spend the night in this cabin, but I’d be wasting time. Whoever lived here must have had a job, or a place they go to to buy food. There must be more civilization around. I’m not spending another night in this cold if there’s a town nearby. I must keep going.

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DAY 1 – Morning There’s a bed in here. I hid under the blanket for warmth and fell asleep. I don’t think a lot of time passed while I was out, but the cloudy sky is getting brighter. I should go out, look for help. I went further down the trail that led me to the lookout tower, but about 15 minutes later I saw a wolf. I know they usually don’t attack people, but I chose not to tempt fate. I turned around and went in the opposite direction. My clothes aren’t doing anything in this weather. It took a lot of determination to keep going as I was passing by the tower again. I can’t just live in there. Almost an hour later, moving down this hill, I saw a few cabins. It was about time, as my fingers started turning blue. I cried for help, but no one answered. I entered one of the cabins, found no one inside. What I did find, however, was a pair of mittens. They will serve me well.

DAY 1 - Nighttime My fingers are numb and shaking with cold as I'm writing this down sitting in an abandoned lookout tower. It’s snowing outside. I couldn’t start a fire, but the interior seems warm enough to provide some safety. I was on an airplane that fell in the mountains nearby. I’m wounded and my jacket is burnt to the point of being useless, which proved quite inconvenient on my trek to safety. The reason I’m writing this down is that I can’t remember how I got here. I must have hit my head too hard or something. So I should keep a log in case I continue losing my memories.

Following is a story in the form of a collection of log entries based on my current survival run. It closely resembles the events of the run, although sometimes I do change certain aspects in favor of a more interesting or realistic plot. This playthrough includes the content from Tales From the Far Territory expansion, and, if my character survives long enough, there will be spoilers for the Tales. The difficulty is custom, most of the settings are taken from Stalker, but the weather and wolf spawn frequency are from Interloper, also, condition recovery is set to low and can only occur when sleeping. No feats were used. Here's the code: 8lnc-mmpa-KBor-C8eG-N2MC

How do you copy (or paste) when writing in the daily log? I tried ctrl+C, but it doesn't do anything.

Of course, no problem. The way I see it, there should be no need to limit the slots. Equip as many as you want. Equip all if you want the most challenging game possible. To be honest, this is not the type of challenge I imagined this feature providing. It would probably be very annoying to randomly get headaches. This, on the other hand, is pretty spot-on. I want it to be not just a bunch of de-buffs, but a few mechanical changes that completely alter the way you play the game. If you are being followed everywhere by an immortal bear, you probably won't stay in the same place for too long. If you're constantly losing health, you'll have to look for emergency stims and birch bark before your time runs out. If your spain chance is increased by 20%... You'll get sprains more often? This isn't really anything new. No offence, that's just my opinion. I don't feel like TLD would benefit from longer crafting times or cutting your fingers while using a hatchet.

(nudge) People have been asking to revert this change since 2018 (maybe earlier), maybe it's not such a bad idea? Really, there's no point in crafting torches if you can pull them out of a fire.

100% agree! Torches are way too useful to be available just like that. They glow, warm you up, scare wolves, and can be used to start fires. Torches should only be either crafted or found in the world.

I would also like for the hydration a food item takes/restores to be shown as a segment of a circle, like how your needs are. When it says that an item restores 3 of water, how do I interpret it? 3 hours of rest? 3 percent? 3 liters?

I don't have any old screenshots of the roadmap, but I'm pretty sure it was there. And it's still on the expansion's Steam page.

Today I noticed that the improved firestarting is no longer listed among the upcoming features of the tales from the far territory. Is it really no longer a part of the roadmap? Because it would be kinda unfortunate that a feature so promising was abandoned because of the time constraints. I don't even know how it was supposed to be improved, but I still feel like I missed out on a better core system.

You can actually use your mousewheel to quickly increase/decrease the amount you want to transfer.

Nah... Nope. No-no-no. I mean, what's next? Automatic eating of food? Automatic application of first aid? That sort of automation really doesn't fit this sort of game. In TLD you survive because of your choices, and your character doesn't do anything that you don't choose to do (BTW, I don't like that in Wintermute the new clothes auto-equip). The little things like drinking when you're dehydrated improve the immersion. You don't just observe your character surviving, you ARE your character. Also, this would be a bad gameplay change that the players would hate, because there would be countless times when you have, let's say, 0.5L of water that you want to use to cook some coffee, but then suddenly your hydration bar fills up with no warning. And now you have to boil some more water, even though you had enough before. Basically, taking away the player agency like this is rarely a good idea.