Forsaken Airfield killed my longest Interloper run
Long Recap of my final days ahead:
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I made it in on day 75ish for the first time ever saying to myself “oh, it looks nice and open, I’ll spend my final 25 days to my goal of 100 here”.
After spending a night in the trailer on the way in, dangerously low on food, but fully decked out in clothes and such, after looking at the map, I said I’ll take the river to the airfield and grab all the cat tails.
It was a blizzard for legitimately the entire day and night cycle.
I kept making a fire out of the wind with my coal over and over, but the wind kept changing, and I was in my last legs about to die, so took a last ditch effort running out into the storm at night into what I thought was the airport, and thankfully, as I stumbled in in the red I got inside.
I took a few days in the area looting for food inside and found little to none, but I was able to kill the only deer I saw not far from the airport.
I said f this I’m going back to mystery lake to recoop and finish out my days looting Costal highway, but to make matters WORSE, cabin fever starts when I get back to the trailer on the way back out east.
I spend the next few days hovering at about 20% health looking for a damn animal, and trying to sleep, and I finally make it to transfer pass, praying to see a deer, or hell, even a wolf. I needed food.
I was able to shoot a few ptarmigan (sp?) for a little bit of calories as I stumble into the cave to sleep and eat and freeze, cuz I had almost zero fire fuel.
I was able to get to the building in transfer pass as my cabin fever subsided to try to sleep and get a little bottle of health back in hopes I can make it to the next zone and find a deer, or at least some rabbits, to make my trek back east on the railroad tracks, but with my hunger unable to be raised at all after all my teas and cat tails were done, I couldn’t gain any health, and the 24 hour blizzards came again, so I began to accept my fate.
There was literally nothing I could do but to sleep an hour at a time in hopes the blizzard lets up and I can miraculously find an animal, but as I move closer and closer to death, the storm rages on, so I said f it, I’m going to die in my sleep, so I slowly, BUT WARMLY, AT LEAST! Slip into the Long Dark. Hopefully my wanderer went more peacefully than I did.
RIP Survivor day 83.
I was proud I made it that far, but in retrospect, closing in on my goal of 100 days (my longest interloper run previously was 33 days), I should have stayed where I was comfortable and explored the airfield on a different run.
If you have come this far reliving my final days, I hope you took some solace in the fact that I hate this damn game, but I apparently hate myself more, because I cannot quit it.