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Thankyou for all your hard work fixing these wee bugs, especially grateful I can harvest small game without needing to hunt down the hacksaw!!❤

Hi I thought I might throw my tuppence worth in here. The Long Dark is truly the game I love playing the most. I found it on game pass and died immediately as I couldn't figure out how to make a fire. This pissed me off and to my surprise and later my delight I found I wanted to figure it out because I wanted to know what happens next, I wanted to see more of this beautifully crafted world. After many attempts I made it to Grey Mother and was hooked. I have been eaten by bears and spat out by wolves. I have faded into the long dark with hypothermia, with falls, with starvation and gun shots. With help from this amazing community (cough, Zak, cough) I challenged myself to interloper where I died in the first 5 minutes. I have the screen shot of possibly the fastest death. Eventually, over days, weeks, months I got over 500 days and started again with the new game. I love this. It is a second home. The point here is it took me time and attempt after attempt and I kept at it because TLD occupies a place in my heart. It makes sense to me that making and maintaining and moving this game forward must take time and you guys must be given the time and space to try and fail and try again because nothing good in life comes without struggles. So many players love what you have created, and I am grateful. As others have said, I will be here, waiting patiently (shivering with only a couple of matches while the wolves howl).

Hi, I have played the Long Dark on Xbox for several years now and am very excited to see the new DLC and Expansion Pack when they are made available for consoles. When the news hit that the save system updates would mean the loss of current runs, while understandable and welcome I also felt, surprisingly, really sad for the runs I had and wondered if others felt the same. I thought I might try to express this in a note from the survivor's point of view. I hope you like this Eulogy for Lost Runs My Last Note I try to hold back the tears. They will only freeze on my face and my face is old and scarred. The Long Dark is calling. One thousand cold, hungry and lonely days I have been a pilgrim in this beautiful but unforgiving land and my journey is ending soon. I am old and cannot be saved, my mind is wandering now thinking of a place to rest before the end. Memories come thick and fast of lives lived and deaths endured, but that doesn't make sense. Have I been here time and time again I wonder. I awoke in a farmhouse that somehow seemed familiar. Imaginings of an old woman float in the back of my mind. A necklace. Milton, a paradise lost. An old man sharing a campfire. As old as the hills, like me. A murderer, Mathis or was that an alias to vex us. Maybe these were dreams of another life, another nightmare. Nearby was a terrible plane crash and I scavenged the dead for clothes. I found a gold mine but the only precious thing I took was a back-pack for the long haul. I climbed the tallest summit to discover another wreckage I looted. I followed the railway lines in the hope of finding others but I am alone in this quiet apocalypse. Yet there is great beauty here and I have fallen in love with this world. When the night sky lights up with colour and music I am entranced, as are the wolves and bears. When I end I hope I might come back here in another life. Jesus it's cold. Come on little fire. I'm down to my last few matches now although I have tried really hard to be frugal. It's close now. I can feel it; time is slipping away. Maybe Christmas, that would be nice...a final gift. But I hope for spring. I watch the sun to try and track the time but I swear to God it moves. It is supposed to rise in the East but maybe I am old and I am getting confused. I'm literally starving, all this meat and I've lost so much weight. I remember trying to gnaw on a stick to fool my empty stomach. Shame floods me as I thought of eating the horses, but they were all gone. At least there are deer but they too will soon vanish as only the stags remain. I wish I had a skill for cooking, how could I not learn to make a venison and rosehip stew? The mushroom teas were warming but hallucinatory. The gods of this world streamed wisdom into my dreams. But where do I want to look to on the last day. I feel at home here at the wee loch, the turtle shows me the way home, but I never did unravel the mystery of the lake. I feel the need to be on the move, not stopping. So, I will head out to Desolation Point, it seems fitting. I will take just what I need and leave the rest behind. I had hope, once, that I would live forever and so I hunted and I gathered, planning for future me. I marked the paths I have taken with sticks and cat tail heads; if you find these footsteps in the snow follow them and you will find so much I have taken from this beautiful wilderness. Please take what you need and consider it a debt repaid. I'm not going to need it where I am going. Is this the lesson the quiet apocalypse has tried to teach me? Time and resources are a gift I cannot take. It took time to survive this far and time is running out, my life here will end when the big bearded god of this hinterland decides it cannot be saved. I will take my last matches and my bow and my bedroll. I will gather what I need as I go. I will not linger and if I do not stumble crossing the ravine my last run will be to the end of the world. I will wait in the Lighthouse where the ocean meets the sky and hope for the sight of a passing ship. And when hope is lost I shall fade into the long dark while that bright, bright light is shining. Signed: A Lassie