@tyrnannoght : washed-up beach, Thethawing, 3 in the Year of Standing Ground

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i wouldn't worry about me quitting
quitting's not my style
i'd be more concerned about those trying to push me
into something i am most certain to quit

_{the dark Catling}

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Today is Thethawing, 3 in the Year of Standing Ground

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_{Weather: Conditions: 20 F (-7 C) - Overcast Wind: From the SSE at 7 MPH Humidity: 85% Pressure: 29.94 in (1014 mb) Location: Dudinka (RS) Altitude: 223 m Time: December 9, 2:30 AM MSK Observation Time: December 9, 12:00 AM MSK} simplified weather sim for now : rain

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daterelated - something something since this is not rumours

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You open your eyes, last thing you remember the mäelstrom ...

You look around.

You find yourself on the seashore, surrounded by tall mountain-range. Nearby you see a freshly dug-up grave. It almost looks like something clawed its way out, your hands are covered with wet, dirty sand. A strong wind blows loudly. You can't make out whats over the dunes and hills nearby but you see a small hut and a pier in the distance. It looks like someone's standing on it.
You're wearing nothing but a burial gown, covered in dirt and sand, can't remember anything but sinking into the dark, deep water, dragged down, drowning, the end ...

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Players :
Bartholomew Fetyplace(citizen-trait) Roshan Lankaransky(citizen-trait) Pjötr(citizen-trait) Subject X13 Babyshanks(citizen-trait)
washed-up beach npc in reach : 'ole Spicey(npc)

Actions :

Subject X13 explores washed-up beach
potential unlocks : 0
washed-up beach
gmtester zones bio check
you are very hungry
you are very thirsty
CONgetstat : 12
weathermod : rain
gmtester, you quench your thirst with rainwater
you are comfortable
something to eat
inv vs. consumables
whole line
boteram|CONSUMABLE|PERISH|:HUNGER|1
water|CONSUMABLE|-|:THIRST|1
rations|CONSUMABLE|PERISH|:HUNGER|1|THIRST|1
con : 12
maxh: 18
thirstmod: 0
maxth: 6
hdaysleft: 15
tdaysleft: 6
limbo

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“What exists is real; therefore it is tragic, since whatever lives must die. Only fantasy, the vapors rising from sheer nonsense, can now excite my laughter.” ― Jack Vance, The Green Pearl