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our thirst scratches you.
You sure are BLEEDING!
<1%h -2%m -19%v 4937tnl 5 PM> l
A trail through the frigid wasteland
The trail here is barely visible, covered in several feet of snow. Thick
trees surround the path, offering little hope of shelter, and a lot of
possibility of getting lost. You feel yourself slowing down somewhat, perhaps
the biting cold of the wasteland is sinking in, but you manage to resist the
urge to rest. You should get someplace warm before you die.
The trail continues north and east, while to the west and south looms the
forest.
A frost giant lumbers through the wasteland.
====So, I died here
==SNIP===
==Going back to my corpse===
<88%h 59%m 34%v 7720tnl 5 AM> A desolate trail
All around you are blackened trees and bushes, as if struck by some great
disease. There is little sign of animals, and the air is completely devoid of
birds. The dead-thorny brush makes leaving the trail very difficult, so your
only obvious paths are north and south, leading deeper into the dead woods. It
is starting to get very cold the further south you go, and you notice traces of
snow and ice.
Far off to the southwest you see the ruins of what was once the city of Mahn-
tor, abandoned and weathered away from the harsh climate. Now, the ruins are
covered in about 10 feet of solid ice and snow, making exploration of them
impossible.
<88%h 59%m 34%v 7720tnl 5 AM>
The clouds disappear.
<95%h 62%m 41%v 7720tnl 7 AM> s
Alas, you fear too much to go that way. Maybe
once you are more experienced.
<100%h 67%m 53%v 7720tnl 8 AM>
== I am level 10, and I am still a ghost. This might be by design, but just in case...
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