Survival, stunned rabbits, fishing horrors, and a lot of undead. Hereโs whatโs scheduled for this week on Survivor Incognito.
The Week Ahead
Weโre keeping the survival streak alive with another full lineup of chaos, questionable decisions, and more permadeath fun. Hereโs whatโs coming your way:
๐ Monday: Survivorโs Shorts โ The One Involving The Stunned Rabbit
Youโll see. It involves a rabbit, a stone, and my general lack of coordination.
๐ 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.
๐ก Thursday: Sneak, Snipe, Repeat โ Day 7
The Argonianโs Skyrim Survival Mode adventure rolls into Day 7. Expect more sneaking, more sniping, and definitely more repeat.
๐งโโ๏ธ Friday: Day One Diary โ Zombie Army Trilogy
The undead rise just in time for Friday. Itโs a Day One Diary entry for Zombie Army Trilogy, and letโs 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.
Catch up on this weekโs 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. Hereโs what went live across the blog:
๐ป 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.
๐ 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 isnโt.
The Customloper experiment is underway. A bit Interloper, a bit Voyageur, a lot of me desperately hoping I donโt freeze to death before leaving Mountain Town. So far, soโฆ technically alive.
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
๐ก 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 Skyrimโs frozen wilderness.
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 whatโs coming next Friday: a special Day One Diary for Zombie Army Trilogyโfittingly set for Friday the 13th.
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.
Sometimes Interloper doesnโt 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 letโs be honest โ I wasnโt 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 todayโs goal was simple: survive one single day.
And thatโs 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.
I spawn near Spruce Falls Bridge, spot a sign for Milton, and like any wanderer with no better plan, I follow it. Along the way, I grab rose hips and reishi mushrooms because nature said so.
The bridge cars turn into an early-game care package: wool socks (luxury), a parka (yes please), matches (liquid gold), and a hunting knife I immediately form an unhealthy attachment to.
Shelter from the Storm (Sort of)
A nearby trailer offers a fire barrel, but I only duck in long enough to warm up and snag a wool toqueโstylish and slightly smelly.
Down at the church I harvest cattails for calories, spot a deer carcass, and attempt to start a fire. The wind laughs. First attempt: fail. Second: also fail. Third: successโฆ which the wind immediately blows out mid-harvest. Rude.
Can you spot it?
Redemption at the Altar (and in the Glovebox)
Inside the church, RNG finally smiles. One match, one try, one roaring fire. I cook the meat, boil water, and brew reishi tea. A nearby pickup coughs up a hatchetโhuge early-game win.
Back in Milton, a glovebox note reveals a memento cacheโฆ at the church I just left. Classic.
Coffee, Cowichan, and Canadian Comfort
The bank delivers coffee grounds, two brewed cups, and a Cowichan sweater hidden in the safe like national treasure. Grey Motherโs house becomes base: two cooking pots, some deer meat, a ski jacket, hockey jersey, and wool mittens. Team motto: Not Dead Yet.
Winding Down with Tea and Triumph
I end the day with boiled water, cooked meat, and a cup of herbal tea to patch up condition. A windy start, but a strong finish. Customloper is officially underway.
On Coastal Highway in The Long Dark, a bear ambushed me at dusk. I panicked, fired, and somehow dropped it with a single shot. Iโm still processing what happenedโand how Iโm alive.
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It was getting dark on Coastal Highway. I was returning to Quonset Garage after a day of looting, freezing, and thinking about food I didnโt have.
And then I heard it.
That guttural growlโthe kind that makes your blood freeze before the weather does.
I turned. Bear. Charging.
My brain hit full panic mode. I fumbled for my rifle, jammed it into position, aimed down the sights, and braced for impact.
I fired.
I adjusted the brightness of the video so you can see what happens.
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The Original
This is the original version. I was playing handheld on the Switch at the time
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One shot. The bear dropped.
I stood there in stunned silence, half-expecting it to get back up and laugh. But it didnโt. It was down. Permanently.
Was it a crit? A miracle? Game physics? No idea. But for that one shining second, I wasnโt just survivingโ I was the apex predator.
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Final Thoughts
In a game known for handing out slow, painful deaths, I got a split-second win. And honestly? Iโm not sure it wasnโt a fluke. But Iโll take it.
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If you enjoyed this one, please check out my other Survivor’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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๐ 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 calmโฆ but donโt 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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โ Thursday โ Skyrim Survival: Day 6
The trek through Skyrimโs frozen wilderness continues. More frostbite, more danger, and almost certainly another regrettable encounter with something that bites.
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๐ฅ Friday โ A Voyageurโs 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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๐ฆ Saturday โ Survivorโs Shorts: The Interloper Moose Incident
I try Interloper mode in The Long Dark. I spawn. I panic. The moose arrives. Thatโs pretty much the plot summary.
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๐ฅ Survive with us every week on Survivor Incognito โ your home for survival gaming on Nintendo Switch.
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A full roundup of everything thatโs gone live on Survivor Incognito this week: new Survivorโs Shorts, Survivorโs Dread launch, The Survivorโs Camp hub, new Day One Diaries for No Manโs Sky and Nice Day For Fishing, Customloper, Skyrim, The Long Dark, and blog updates.
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The Campfireโs Been Busy โ Letโs Catch Up
One of the busiest weeks yet! If you blinked, you probably missed something โ so hereโs your full survival roundup:
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๐ The Survivorโs Camp is Now Open
A brand new central hub page has launched: The Survivorโs Camp pulls together everything on the blog โ survival guides, series hubs, shorts, and playthroughs โ all in one place.
The newest addition to the blog is here: Survivorโs Dread covers all things survival horror, kicking off with Dark Waters: A Dredge Survival. The first entry comes next week as the darkness descends.
The multiverse opens up. Our No Manโs Sky Day One Diary has begun, charting survival, exploration, and (inevitably) questionable decisions across the stars.
โ๏ธ Customloper โ The Long Dark: Day One Diaries Continue
The Customloper run officially kicks off next week. But until then, here’s a Day One Diary entry to help you understand what to expect. Interloper weather. Voyageur loot. Plenty of snow. Plenty of danger.
๐ Skyrim Survival Mode โ The Pilgrimage Continues
My Argonian is still alive somehow. High Hrothgar, frostbite, bandits, cultists, and chickens continue to make the journey through Skyrim Survival Mode both ridiculous and dangerous.
New moments added to the ever-growing Survivorโs Shorts collection โ highlighting some of the best (and worst) survival moments from across the blog.
Behind the scenes, several former pages have now been converted into regular blog posts. This should make navigation cleaner and help posts show up more naturally in blog feeds, archives, and categories.
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Thatโs everything from this week! Stay warm. Stay fed. Donโt poke the wildlife. (Or open any cursed chests.)
I thought I was alone on Coastal Highway. Then I saw antlers. This is the story of how a moose turned a quiet walk into an Olympic-level panic sprint.
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It was just another day in The Long Dark.
I was walking the road near Quonset Garage on Coastal Highway. Light fading, stomach grumbling, the usual post-loot shuffle home. Everything felt quiet. Calm. Deceptively safe.
Then I saw it.
Not a charging bear. Not a distant wolf. No, this was worse.
A moose.
It wasnโt running. It wasnโt stomping. It was justโฆ standing there. Behind a tree.
Image taken from The Long Dark Wiki. Mainly because I didn’t think to take a screenshot or a video when it happened
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Staring at me like it had been waiting for its cue in a survival horror play.
And thenโit took the stance. The head lowered. The hooves shifted. You know the one. The “say the word and Iโll flatten you” stance.
That was my sign to go.
I turned and ran for the nearest building like Iโd just insulted its family. My survival instincts kicked in, my inventory was forgotten, and my dignity stayed behind by the tree.
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Final Thoughts
The Long Dark Wiki says that moose in particular has a 5% chance to spawn for 48 hours. This one spawned right behind a tree and in front of my will to live.
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Todayโs 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 survivorโs 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 โfind 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 โimmersive 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 Iโd picked up two loose bullets. Thatโs three shots. In The Long Dark, thatโs not just self-defense; itโs a small-scale munitions miracle. Of course, in my infinite wisdom, Iโd left the rest of my ammo back at Quonset, so for now itโs 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 โIโve made itโ like casually starting your own rabbit and deer leather collection. Resource management, baby.
By evening, the weather had shifted from โbriskโ to โwhy are you outside, you fool?โ A blizzard swept in just as I reached the edge of the lake. I wasnโt about to attempt a heroโs 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 donโt 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 donโt hold a vote on the matter.
Day 1 of a Customloper survival test in The Long Dark. Spawned in Coastal Highway. Made gloves out of scraps, got hit with a blizzard, and somehow didnโt freeze to death.
I put in the Customloper settings, picked my character, set the spawn to random, and named the file Day One. I spawn in Coastal Highway โ specifically right next to the path leading to The Ravine.
I think about going that way for all of five seconds, I choose life instead and head toward the Train Unloading Trailer I know is nearby
Spawned in cold, sprinting for shelter. Train Unloading it is
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Inside I grab what I can, including a second pair of socks. Then hit the tunnel corpse โ and score a hatchet.
My loadout after looting the trailer. No gloves, great.
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From there, I billy goat my way down a nearby cliff, grabbing sticks while the temperature plummets.
Alternative route, gravity assisted travel
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I find another trailer. Itโs warmer, but still not warm enough. And I didnโt spawn with gloves, so my hands are freezing.
I cut across the road, stop at a car, then head toward the Fishing Camp.
Note: I had to double-check the name using my own Map Hub โ I knew where I was, just couldnโt remember what it was called. Proof the hubโs not just for readers.
I loot what I can โ some food, but not enough to carry me far. In the first house, I grab cloth and craft handwraps. It helps, barely. In the second, third and fourth houses, I scrape together enough to make a makeshift hat.
Then I step outside.
I step outside. Weather steps on me
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I retreat and sleep for three hours to warm up. When I wake, the blizzard has cleared. I push toward Jackrabbit Island and manage to snag three rabbits โ finally, a win.
Inside the house, I raid the fridge and score water. I harvest the rabbits for meat as the sun drops.
Then I head outside, light a fire on the first try, and cook everything. I even remember I have herbal tea, brew it, and drink it to recover some condition โ which was down to about 50%.
Back inside, I scavenge the place and find a pair of wool mittens, climbing socks, and a pair of boots.
I go to bed warm, full, and genuinely surprised I made it through Day One.
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Next week, I start my actual Customloper run. I start in a new area, and will attempt to explore the whole island before I succumb to The Long Dark.
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