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Survivor

That rock's alive!

They're dead.

He's just winging it.

It's sleeping, for now.

A silver plated plate.

A little salty spring.

Another dead end.

Ancient Gateway

This looks science-y.

This pot holds more ingredients.

The apples of the earth.

A successful temperature experiment.

A handful of odd seeds.

It has hang-ups.

For suspension-based cookery.

Let's get cooking!

I need to sweeten this pot.

I don't think the altar will want that.

Must have mis-spoke.

Wrecked Bicycle

On the road to nowhere.

Broken Carriage

Preyed upon.

Dilapidated Cathedral

Something put a damper on that chimney.

Dilapidated Chimney

Something put a damper on that chimney.

Dilapidated Chimney

Someone beat the clock. Literally.

That clock's been punched.

Dilapidated Clocktower

No one's here.

Dilapidated House

Something destroyed this town.

Dilapidated House

I wonder who they angered.

Dilapidated House

No longer a-door-able.

Dilapidated Door

Someone hit the roof.

Dilapidated Roof

It's a safe. For keeping things safe.

It won't open without the key.

Mm, fresh fish.

Ready for the dinner table.

It's full of salt.

Salt. The tastiest mineral.

Science takes time.

Salt has gathered on the rope.

For harvesting salt from the pond.

It tastes sweet.

We can use it to gather sap from the trees.

Tree Tapping Kit

I can't get anything else out of that.

Might as well toss it on the fire.

Sow what?

Laboratory tools for surgical butchery.

Slaughter Tools

Flavorful.

It reminds me of those tentacle monsters.

I can't get anymore out of that shrub.

I could grind it up to make a spice.

It's full of delicious, delicious sap.

Where'd the tree go? I'm stumped.