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Nice. Love the name "Wolf Klan Necromongers", the maniacs of Milton.

[Bunnicula is a children's story about a bunny that drains the juices from legumes.] Event: Unseasonably warm weather has blown a thick fog over Great Bear. Dawn's light reveals a landscape covered in the partially eaten bodies of wolves, moose and bears. The day is quiet but as night falls it's clear the Rabbits have become the apex predator. Craft a bow and arrows to defeat the Boss BunBun inside its cave of bones. Possible Starting Conditions: Cabin Fever Infected Wounds Frostbite (50%) Other Conditions: Rabbits deal Frostbite Damage

@Stonethanks for the reply. Salt would be a valuable resource and in addition to melting sea ice, could take water from Ice Hut holes in coastal regions.

"The Nature of Things (for sale)" A survival mode NPC you can trade with. Cured pelts for matches, etc. Maybe a bit of banter. (Optional Mechanics) NPC can be found inside stores. NPC hangs banner outside the structure they occupy If NPC isn't at the location - a poster or polaroid is visible showing where and when he/she will be. NPC shoots one flare upwards at noon and midnight.

At some point I remember opening a gas cap door but I'd siphon some extra fuel through a cured gut were it available.

Thanks @piddy3825! That was the intention but the registration process took me over the deadline. No worries though. Glad to be here now.

The ability to hop between the front and back seats of cars as well as being able to look out the back window would be gouda.

Curing meats is essential to long term survival. Here are a couple suggestions that might help players EAT THE ENTIRE BEAR! JERKY: Salt Shakers Salt Mine Boil ocean water. Craft smoker SNOW FRIDGE: Build outdoor food storage (or reduced decay when kept frozen)

The first time I met Buck he was leashed to a burnt out cabin, his antlers all twisted up in a fallen hydro line. One swift chop with the hatchet was enough to free him and after a moment or two of cursing and flailing he shook himself loose of what he must have assumed was a long, tough snake. He looked back for a moment, grunted through his wet nostrils and leapt off into the sunrise. Another night next to radios that never sing, next to phones that never ring. The wall of gauges and dials were asleep. I had as much a chance to wake it as I did the sticks and stones that litter the icy drifts. The mine yields nothing useful. It's been swallowed up by lore. A poison spewing dragon that trembles evermore. "This river cuts through the mountains like ancient blades of old!" I yelled while standing on the log. I listened for the echo. It was nice to hear another voice.. I had lunch at the foot of the cliff. The expiration date on the can of beans had worn off. I washed it down with Go Drink. Notes of maple mixed with grape aspirin. Not a pairing I've ever had. Not a pairing I ever wish to have again. I grabbed the rope and began my ascent but half way up I felt my stomach turn inside out. Beads of sweat rolled off my face. I wrapped the rope around my ankle and pulled out my emergency stim. Is it a dream? I wonder...the lights dancing in the sky. Hopping stew and growling coats. Is this my hut? Is this my house? I woke up face down in a frozen pool of drool and vomit, roused by a gentle prodding. Buck's coffee coloured fur glistened in the golden rays. "Hey, bud." I chuckled. He took a step backwards and tapped his hoof on the asphalt. I mustered the strength to crawl towards him. He led me through the wastes and the ruins to the lighthouse... ...and everyday since we've sat together on the pier watching the sun rise over The Riken.