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Survivor

The heat has lifted but my heart has not.

Darkness will be here soon. I must prepare.

Yum!

I would never.

That was not edible.

That food was nearing the end of its lifetime.

Was that stale?

I fear consuming that.

The darkness has swallowed me.

And there was light!

The fan has breathed its last.

Freedom. Great.

cough. I'm done for!

Ugh. Even my sinuses are suffering.

My sinuses are clear, but suffering continues.

I have seen the void and it is deep and dark.

I am miserably hot.

The hounds are baying.

Expansion is out of reach until I get a permit.

I am full of emptiness.

I sense the beast's presence nearby.

This trail leads nowhere.

No trail, just a bunch of muck.

It could use a bit more.

I can carry no more.

Yet, again I wake to life. Sigh.

So close to death, yet so far.

Pithy knowledge...

It's not doing anything. Sigh.

Watch as I sail straight into the maw of death!

I return once again to this world.

Perhaps I'll sail from the edge of the earth.

All things fade, in time...

Message in a Bottle

Another map... Less exciting!

Mosquitoes! Let my veins be a feast!

A doorway to doom.

Another disappointment.

There's something here.

I'm used to disappointment.

I couldn't possibly nap. Death is nigh.

I can't sleep, there's death to be had.

The sun upsets me. I couldn't possibly sleep.

I'm not tired yet.

My stomach is as empty as my heart. I can't nap now.

My stomach is as empty as my heart. I can't sleep now.

I'd really rather be in a tent.

I'd really rather be in a tent.

That'd be quite the way to go out.

Just as I suspected, everything is lost.

Something finally went right.