Sneak, Snipe, Repeat: Skyrim Survival Day Seven

Missed the previous day? Find it here: Sneak, Snipe, Repeat: Skyrim Survival Day Six


Where Am I and What’s a Spellbook?

I set out from Ivarstead with big plans: make it back to Whiterun, restock, maybe actually figure out what Iโ€™m doing. Instead, I quickly discovered that I had absolutely no idea where I was going.

Rather than rely on my highly suspect sense of direction, I remembered Iโ€™d picked up a spellbook for Clairvoyance at some point. I read it, learned the spell, and just like that, I could now cast Skyrimโ€™s version of GPS. A glowing blue trail lit the way toward my next objectiveโ€”assuming I had enough magicka to keep it active, which I didnโ€™t, but the principle was there.

A Lonely Cabin, a Note, and a Rabbit Named Thistle

While following the vague trail of clairvoyance (and mild panic), I came across an abandoned alchemistโ€™s shack in the woods. Inside was the usualโ€”alchemy gear, some scattered ingredientsโ€”and a rabbit. The note next to the rabbit revealed its name: Thistle. The game then offered me the option to feed Thistle a carrot, which I did.

Now I have a rabbit.
No dramatic bonding scene, no magical contract. Just: โ€œYou fed me, I guess weโ€™re friends now.โ€

I decided to leave Thistle at the cabin for now. Theyโ€™re safer there than following me through wolf-infested terrain, and Iโ€™m not quite ready to explain rabbit-related injuries to guards.

Wolves, Hunters, and the Temptation of Horse Theft

Continuing toward Whiterun, I encountered the usual:

A few wolves, which I dispatched with mild irritation.

A hunter on horseback who offered to trade. I was tempted to take the horse, but noticed they only had 10 gold to their name. Figured they needed it more than me.


Took the high road. The game didnโ€™t reward me for it. Standard Skyrim.

Back to Riverwood and a Missing Torch

I passed through Riverwood and unloaded some gear. Remember the torch I accidentally sold to the Riverwood Trader earlier? Gone. Apparently, it was in high demand. Either that or it spontaneously combusted.

Sold some junk, didnโ€™t freeze to death, counted that as a win.

Thieves and Stable Investments

Just outside Whiterun, a thief jumped me. Bad call on their part. Iโ€™m increasingly well-armed and increasingly done with nonsense. They dropped a few coins and a reminder that Skyrim has no shortage of opportunists.

At the Whiterun stables, I finally bought a horse. Cost me a chunk of gold, but now Iโ€™m mobile. Then I saw I could buy armor for the horse and, well, Iโ€™m not made of stone. Gold well spent. The horse now looks like it could take on a sabre cat solo.

Meet Jenassa: Professional Help for Hire

Instead of chasing down the Companions again, I walked into the Drunken Huntsman and hired Jenassa, a Dunmer mercenary with a very straightforward business model: pay her and sheโ€™ll stab things. I like her.

She joined up, and we set off toward Rorikstead, where I figured we could find some peace and maybe not be attacked by anything for five minutes.

Haunted Houses and Unexpected Assassins

On the way, we found a run-down plantation with a ghost standing out front. Naturally, the ghost was hostileโ€”because nothing in Skyrim is just there for atmosphere. I dealt with it and went inside, triggering the Unquiet Dead quest.

Thatโ€™s when an assassin ambushed me inside the house. Because of course they did.

Turns out the Dark Brotherhood wants me dead. Not sure what I did. Maybe I fed a rabbit that was on their hit list. Either way, they failed. I looted a contract from the assassinโ€™s corpse confirming someone wants me very much gone.

After dealing with the ghost problem, I was handed the keys to the plantation. I now own a haunted house with no furnishings, no heat, and no privacyโ€”but itโ€™s mine.

Dayโ€™s End: Horse, Home, Henchwoman, and Homicide

So to recap:

Learned to use Clairvoyance to avoid constant map-checking

Adopted a rabbit

Resisted temptation to steal

Bought a horse and upgraded it

Hired Jenassa as backup

Survived an assassination attempt

Acquired real estate via murder and ghosts


Not exactly restful, but itโ€™s progress.


For more information on this, please check out: The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim Survival Hub

The Cold Chronicles Day Six: A Voyageur’s Tale of The Long Dark

The Cold Chronicles โ€“ Day 6: Cartography, Carcasses, and Cold Feet

Difficulty: Voyageur
Optional Features: Cougar enabled (because paranoia keeps you alive)

โ€œSnow, moaning about pack weight, and mapping everything that doesnโ€™t bite. I dodge wolves, hallucinate bears, and risk the ice for some questionable meat. All in a dayโ€™s work.โ€

Missed Day 5? Read it here.

Morning Mystery: Where’s My Hide?

I start the day in that familiar state of survival-induced amnesia, wondering what I did yesterday and where I put that deer hide I worked so hard for. A quick look at my freshly updated map reveals itโ€™s just a couple of houses down the road. I retrieve it without incident and decide todayโ€™s goal is simple: push further down the highway and fill in more of the map. No drama. Just exploration.

Which, in this game, obviously means Iโ€™m about to get hit by some drama.

Weather Warnings and Weight Woes

I step outside and immediately regret everything. Itโ€™s snowing, visibility is tanking, and Iโ€™m carrying 5kg more than I should be. My guy starts wheezing like heโ€™s dragging a lead sled through molasses, and I know Iโ€™m going to hear him grumble about it all day.

Still, I press on.

Vehicles, Wolves, and Safe Sketching

I come across an abandoned car. Nothing useful inside, but it counts as shelter, and more importantly, itโ€™s a predator-free place to update the map. I sketch it in while occasionally glancing at the frozen coast where wolves are loitering like bored mall cops. I carry on before they get curious.

Further along, I spot a closed fishing hutโ€”unlooted and unvisited. Jackpot. I raid it for whatever scraps I can find and add it to the map.

Warm Feet, Flashbacks, and Phantom Bears

At the nearby fishing camp, I head into the first cabin and finally find a proper pair of boots. They’re heavier, but warmer, and my frostbitten toes thank me for the upgrade. I repair them, put them on, and get ready to head back out.

The moment I step outside, I freeze. Not because of the coldโ€”but because I think I see a bear. Instant flashback to a past run in this same region, where a moose blindsided me outside the garage like it was collecting a debt.

Turns out this time itโ€™s just a weird shadow and my overactive paranoia. No bear. Crisis imagined.

The rest of the cabins offer very little, but I do manage to:

  • Score a flashlight (Aurora prep)
  • Find more revolver rounds (now at 23 bullets)
  • Still weigh 40kg because I canโ€™t stop picking up every slightly useful item I see

Birdwatching for Survival

As the light fades, I notice birds circling another fishing hut in the distance. That means one of three things: a body, a carcass, or a trap. I roll the dice and head over.

It’s a wolf carcass, right at the edge of some very sketchy-looking ice. I brace myself for a freezing swim but manage to harvest the meat without falling through. Back in the hut, I cook up the wolf and have my first proper meal in a while. Victory tastes like questionable carnivore.

The Long Walk Home (By Torchlight)

Darkness falls fast, and while the fishing hut is cozy enough, I donโ€™t trust it to protect me through the night. I grab a torch from the fire and make the journey back to the fishing camp.

Somehow, no wolves. No bears. No moose. Just the sound of snow crunching underfoot and the occasional โ€œughโ€ from my overencumbered survivor. I make it to the cabin, crawl into bed, and let the darkness take me.

Final Thoughts

Day 6 down. I mapped half the coastline, got some new boots, hallucinated a bear, and ate a dead wolf. Still weighed down like a junkyard collector, but alive. That counts.

Continue the journey:
Day 5 |
Day 7

Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival โ€“ Day Two

I make a decent catch, brave the fog for squid, hit a rock, and find myself scolded by a lighthouse keeper. Also, the Mayor hands me a suspicious package. What could go wrong

Missed day one? Catch up here: Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival Day One

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A Fishy Favour, Fog, and a Friendly Fright

I start the morning determined to buy that sweet engine I researched yesterdayโ€”except I immediately forget what I actually researched and stare at the rod section like it’s going to jog my memory. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

Instead, I head out and fill my boat with four Gulf Flounders and three Grey Eels, making the kind of efficient haul that would make yesterdayโ€™s version of me green with envy. At 1:37pm, my inventory is maxed out, so I rush back to townโ€”this time beating the sunset like a responsible angler. I dock at 2:55pm and breathe a sigh of relief. No second Madness Strike today. Growth!

Oh Look, A Convenient Fish Order

The Fishmonger greets me with news: a special order just came in.

Naturally, curiosity wins. Turns out the customer wants one of each fish I already caught. For once, the universe is kind. I hand them over like a champion and get a new orderโ€”two Arrow Squid and a Black Grouper. One problem: squid only show up at night. Great. But since it’s an official Pursuit, that means I can break my “no sailing after dark” rule without earning a Madness Strike. Hooray for loopholes!

I sell the rest of my fish and knock my debt down to $21.44. Progress.

Vroom Vroom into Doom

Back to the Shipwright I go, and this time I make a solid purchase: a Rusty Outboard Engine. Sure, it looks like it might explode at any second, but it installs in 2 hours and makes me marginally faster. By 4:58pm, Iโ€™m back in the water.

I fish up eight Arrow Squid while trying to stay near the light and far from danger. Thatโ€™s when I realize that the eye icon is my panic meter. Good to know! I head back, cautiously navigating the thickening fog, only to hit a rock I couldnโ€™t see. My flawless streak is over.

At 00:41am, I limp back into the dock and am greeted by a woman who clearly didnโ€™t expect visitors.

Sheโ€™s the Lighthouse Keeper, and sheโ€™s less than thrilled. I tell her the truthโ€”just here to fishโ€”and she tells me I should leave. Thatโ€™sโ€ฆ encouraging.

Suspicious Mayoral Package

The Mayor is waiting with a new task. He wants me to deliver a package to Little Marrowโ€”and quickly, because it might spoil. I donโ€™t ask questions. I just take the box. (Mistake? Possibly. But that’s tomorrowโ€™s problem.)

Before bed, I give the Fishmonger two squid from my terrifying night voyage and sell the extras. My debt is now a laughable $9.48.

The Shipwright patches up my poor dented hull, and I decide to put off the Little Marrow delivery until tomorrow. Iโ€™m sure whateverโ€™s in that box wonโ€™t mind sitting around for a bit.


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Daily Summary

  • Fish Caught: 4 Gulf Flounder, 3 Grey Eel, 8 Arrow Squid
  • Debt Remaining: $9.48
  • Madness Strikes: Still just 1
  • Damage Taken: Rock collision in fog (1 hull hit)
  • Suspicious Package Count: 1

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If you’d like to know more, please check out: Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival

For information on the rules, please check out: Dark Waters: Dredge Permadeath Rules & Survival Guide

Hereโ€™s Whatโ€™s Coming This Week โ€“ June 9th – June 14th Preview

Survival, stunned rabbits, fishing horrors, and a lot of undead. Hereโ€™s whatโ€™s scheduled for this week on Survivor Incognito.


The Week Ahead

Weโ€™re keeping the survival streak alive with another full lineup of chaos, questionable decisions, and more permadeath fun. Hereโ€™s whatโ€™s coming your way:

๐Ÿ‡ Monday: Survivorโ€™s Shorts โ€” The One Involving The Stunned Rabbit

Youโ€™ll see. It involves a rabbit, a stone, and my general lack of coordination.

๐ŸŒŠ Tuesday: Dark Waters โ€“ Day 2

The sea grows darker, the fish get weirder, and the Madness meter keeps rising. Day 2 of Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival goes live.

โ„ Wednesday: The Cold Chronicles โ€“ Day 6

The Long Dark journey continues. More cold, more danger, and probably more bad choices.

๐Ÿ—ก Thursday: Sneak, Snipe, Repeat โ€“ Day 7

The Argonianโ€™s Skyrim Survival Mode adventure rolls into Day 7. Expect more sneaking, more sniping, and definitely more repeat.

๐ŸงŸโ€โ™‚๏ธ Friday: Day One Diary โ€“ Zombie Army Trilogy

The undead rise just in time for Friday. Itโ€™s a Day One Diary entry for Zombie Army Trilogy, and letโ€™s just say the welcome committee was enthusiastic.


See You in the Wild

As always, stay tuned across the week as each new post goes live โ€” and feel free to place bets on which run falls apart first.

Hereโ€™s What You Missed This Week โ€“ June 1st Week Recap

Catch up on this weekโ€™s survival chaos: bears, zombies, Customloper runs, permadeath hubs, and one very questionable Interloper experience.


This Week in Review

Another week of survival, panic, and the occasional questionable decision. Hereโ€™s what went live across the blog:

๐Ÿป Monday: Bear Meets Panic Rifle

Sometimes you bring a rifle to a bear encounter. Sometimes the rifle just brings panic. This week kicked off with a new Survivor’s Shorts entry where I learned that even with a firearm, bears remain terrifying.

The One-Shot Wonder: Bear Meets Panic Rifle


๐ŸŒŠ Tuesday: Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival โ€“ Day One

The boat launched, the paranoia began. My permadeath Dredge run officially set sail with the start of Dark Waters. The ocean may look calm, but we both know it isnโ€™t.

Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival โ€“ Day 1


โ„๏ธ Wednesday: Customloper โ€“ Day One

The Customloper experiment is underway. A bit Interloper, a bit Voyageur, a lot of me desperately hoping I donโ€™t freeze to death before leaving Mountain Town. So far, soโ€ฆ technically alive.

Customloper Diaries Day 1: A Woollen Windy Welcome to Milton

Side note, The Cold Chronicles and Customloper Diaries will be alternating weeks for the foreseeable. Until one of them ends of course. So next week will be the next entry The Cold Chronicles


๐Ÿ—ก Thursday: Skyrim Survival โ€“ Sneak, Snipe, Repeat โ€“ Day Six

The Argonian saga continues. Day Six saw more stealth, more arrows, and the usual healthy amount of questionable life choices while wandering Skyrimโ€™s frozen wilderness.

Sneak, Snipe, Repeat: Skyrim Suvival Day Six


๐Ÿช“ Friday: Grounded Permadeath Hub Goes Live

The hub page for The Backyard Trials: Grounded Permadeath is officially up and running! Rules, info, and upcoming entries are all ready for you.
I also teased whatโ€™s coming next Friday: a special Day One Diary for Zombie Army Trilogyโ€”fittingly set for Friday the 13th.

The Backyard Trials: Grounded Permadeath

Zombie Army Trilogy โ€“ Day One Diary Coming This Friday the 13th


๐Ÿ’€ Saturday: The Desolation Point Debacle

Today’s Survivor’s Shorts took us into Desolation Point on Interloper. It didnโ€™t go well. (Shocking, I know.)

Survivorโ€™s Shorts: Interloper โ€” The Desolation Point Debacle


What’s Coming Next

The backlog grows stronger. Next week, expect more from Dark Waters, Customloper, Skyrim Survival, and our first look at Zombie Army Trilogy. More danger, more chaos, more very avoidable mistakes.

Survivorโ€™s Shorts: Interloper โ€” The Desolation Point Debacle

Sometimes Interloper doesnโ€™t kill you with cold or wolves โ€” sometimes the moose does the honors. A short-lived but memorable run in Desolation Point.

I decided to try Interloper. To make it fair, I went full Interloper difficulty. Since the spawn is random (and a few regions are excluded), I let fate decide my starting point. I kept the Cougar on, but letโ€™s be honest โ€” I wasnโ€™t going to live long enough for it to matter.

My spawn?
Desolation Point.

More specifically, right below the lighthouse. Under normal Interloper circumstances, I’d actually be thrilled โ€” the forge is nearby, and this could have been a solid starting run. But todayโ€™s goal was simple: survive one single day.

And thatโ€™s where the brain fog set in.
Instead of going straight for the lighthouse like a sensible person, I somehow forgot the route entirely. So I did the only logical thing: head to the Riken for the forge.

Then I heard it.
The unmistakable sound of antlers and doom.

Please have sound on for this video

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With nowhere to run and no cover in sight, I accepted my fate.

Antlered Tank Incoming!

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By the time the dust settled, I had broken ribs, my condition was down to half, and I was racking up frostbite risk and hypothermia risk like they were achievements. At that point, I decided to officially end the attempt.

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If you enjoyed this one, please check out my other Survivorโ€™s Shorts

Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival โ€” Launches Tomorrow

Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival begins tomorrow on Survivor Incognito. A new permadeath series exploring the dangerous waters of Dredge on Nintendo Switch.

The next permadeath adventure begins tomorrow!
In Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival, we dive headfirst into the strange world of Dredge. Expect dangerous fishing trips, hallucinations, strange encounters, and plenty of questionable choices as we attempt to survive one day at a time.

Day One drops tomorrow โ€” stay tuned right here on Survivor Incognito as the madness begins.

Survivor Incognito Weekly: The Long Dark, Skyrim Survival, Dredge Permadeath & More (June 2nd – June 8th)

Another week of survival, chaos, and questionable decision making is upon us โ€” hereโ€™s what you can expect across the blog in the next seven days:

๐Ÿงธ Monday โ€“ Bear Meets Panic Rifle (Survivorโ€™s Shorts)

It starts with a bear. It ends with panic. Somewhere in between, a rifle is involved. You can probably guess how well that goes.

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๐ŸŒŠ Tuesday โ€“ Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival โ€“ Day 1

We set sail on our brand new permadeath adventure through Dredge. The waters may look calmโ€ฆ but donโ€™t let them fool you.

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โ„๏ธ Wednesday โ€“ Customloper: Day 1 โ€“ Mountain Town Start

The Customloper run officially kicks off! I spawn in Mountain Town and try my very best not to freeze, starve, or get eaten before I even leave Milton.

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โš” Thursday โ€“ Skyrim Survival: Day 6

The trek through Skyrimโ€™s frozen wilderness continues. More frostbite, more danger, and almost certainly another regrettable encounter with something that bites.

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๐Ÿ”ฅ Friday โ€“ A Voyageurโ€™s Tale (The Long Dark): Day 6

Back to the familiar cold of The Long Dark as the Voyageur run marches on into day six. Wolves, weather, and the never-ending quest for coffee.

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๐ŸฆŒ Saturday โ€“ Survivorโ€™s Shorts: The Interloper Moose Incident

I try Interloper mode in The Long Dark. I spawn. I panic. The moose arrives. Thatโ€™s pretty much the plot summary.

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๐Ÿ”ฅ Survive with us every week on Survivor Incognito โ€” your home for survival gaming on Nintendo Switch.

Follow along for The Long Dark guides, Skyrim Survival Mode playthroughs, Dredge permadeath runs, and Customloper challenges. New survival game content posted weekly โ€” with humor, tips, and plenty of questionable life choices.
๐Ÿ‘‰ Bookmark Survivor Incognito and join the survival adventure.

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Nice Day For Fishing โ€“ Day One Diary: Baelinโ€™s Adventure Begins

I begin my cozy adventure in Nice Day For Fishing, following Baelinโ€™s journey from humble fisherman to unlikely hero. Rogue chests, Dark Lords, and plenty of fishing await.

Welcome to Azerim โ€” And Honeywood is Already a Mess

The game opens with a cutscene introducing the world of Azerim and our unlikely hero, Baelin โ€” fisherman, man of few words, and now the star of this adventure.

Immediately, Iโ€™m greeted by a soundtrack that brings a big smile to my face โ€” the same tune that plays in VLDLโ€™s Epic NPC Man series. (If you know, you know.) Many laughs have been had thanks to those videos, so hearing the music here is a nice little bonus.

The story wastes no time introducing the town of Honeywood and its familiar faces: Greg the Garlic Farmer, Bodger the Blacksmith, and Baradun the Sorcerer. Baradun, by the way, has a chest that should absolutely never be opened.

Naturally, Charles and Bernard โ€” being Charles and Bernard โ€” decide to mug him and open said chest. The result? All the adventurers vanish. All except Baelin. And just like that, the fisherman is now the last adventurer standing.


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Garlic, Hammers, and Fishy Business

I begin my quests the same way any good adventure starts: running errands. I collect 3 garlic for Greg and fish Bodgerโ€™s Grandfather’s Hammer out of the well (which, I strongly suspect, will not be the last time that hammer finds its way back down there).

After some more questing, Baradun tasks me with fishing up something from the bottom of Lake Honeywood. Naturally, that something turns out to beโ€ฆ a Dark Lord.

With no proper adventurers left in Azerim โ€” and one very low-level Baelin โ€” the Dark Lord promptly destroys Honeywood. The screen fades to black.


You Missed The Fight

Greg wakes me up after the chaos to inform me that I somehow slept through an epic showdown between Baradun and the Dark Lord. Convenient.

Undeterred, I continue helping the remaining townsfolk, once again retrieving Bodgerโ€™s hammer (seriously, secure that thing). After gathering 5 pieces of wood, Iโ€™m rewarded with my very own fishing boat, which lets me cross the lake to meet up with Baradun.

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What Awaits?

At this point, Iโ€™ve no idea what lies ahead. More fishing? More chaos? Probably both.

But for now, one thing is certain:
Itโ€™s a nice day for fishing.

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If you enjoyed this one, please check out my other: Day One Diaries

And why not stay a while at: The Survivorโ€™s Camp

The Cold Chronicles Day Five: A Voyageur’s Tale of The Long Dark

Survival Switch-Style

Day 5 โ€“ Mapping Coastal Highway, Finding a Revolver, and Prepping for Pleasant Valley

Next: Day 6 | Previous: Day 4

Todayโ€™s mission was simple on paper: lighten my pack, loot like a professional, and avoid becoming a decorative frozen lump in a snowbank. The first step was Quonset Garage inventory triage. I dumped food, meds, spare clothes, and every non-essential item into my storage stash โ€” keeping just enough to keep me alive. Travel light, loot heavy. The survivorโ€™s paradox.

First stop: a nearby building that greeted me with the holy grail of kitchenware โ€” a cooking pot and a skillet. Outstanding finds. Unfortunately, they also weighed roughly the same as my survival hopes, so back to Quonset I trudged, muttering about my endless loop of โ€œfind loot, dump loot, repeat.โ€

With the weight off my shoulders (literally), I decided today was going to be about exploration โ€” specifically, mapping Coastal Highway like a cartographer with too much time on their hands. I hopped between fishing huts, pausing every so often to scribble charcoal marks on my map like an artist who only draws squares. The wind bit at my face, ice groaned under my boots, and somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled just to keep me humble.

Loot highlights of the hut-hopping adventure included: a book on fishing (because nothing says โ€œimmersive readingโ€ like reading about fishing while fishing), a hunting knife that immediately earned its keep on a nearby deer carcass, and โ€” drumroll, please โ€” a revolver.

Three bullets. Enough to be dangerous, not enough to be reckless.

Yes, an actual revolver. Even better โ€” it had one round chambered, and earlier in my fishing crawl Iโ€™d picked up two loose bullets. Thatโ€™s three shots. In The Long Dark, thatโ€™s not just self-defense; itโ€™s a small-scale munitions miracle. Of course, in my infinite wisdom, Iโ€™d left the rest of my ammo back at Quonset, so for now itโ€™s more of a moral support weapon.

While the deer meat cooked in one of the huts, I dashed over to a nearby trailer to drop off the hide and gut for curing. Nothing says โ€œIโ€™ve made itโ€ like casually starting your own rabbit and deer leather collection. Resource management, baby.

By evening, the weather had shifted from โ€œbriskโ€ to โ€œwhy are you outside, you fool?โ€ A blizzard swept in just as I reached the edge of the lake. I wasnโ€™t about to attempt a heroโ€™s march back to Quonset in that, so I ducked into the nearest house. The place was cold, abandoned, and smelled faintly of damp socks โ€” but it had loot, so it met my standards.

Looted the place, harvested some extra clothes (accidentally shredded a perfectly good hat, but we donโ€™t talk about that), and collapsed into bed before the fatigue meter could nag me into a penalty.

End of Day 5: One revolver, three bullets, a map full of fishing huts, and the creeping suspicion that Coastal Highway might just be my new favorite spot โ€” assuming the wolves donโ€™t hold a vote on the matter.

Continue the journey:
โ—€ Day 4 โ€“ Into the Wind and the Wolves
Day 6 โ€“ To Pleasant Valley โ–ถ

More from The Long Dark:
๐Ÿ  The Long Dark Hub
๐Ÿ“˜ Survive Your First Week in The Long Dark
๐Ÿ“œ Customloper Diaries
โš™ Customloper Settings

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