By all the foul luck, I am impeded once again. A great rift stretches before me, its bottom impossible to see. I'll have to find some way around this crevasse in order to reach my goal, and who knows how long that could take.
To add to this, I am weary from the travel and night is falling. I will need to find some shelter and bed down for the night.
It would appear the gods are merciful, or at least took some pity on my predicament. I was able to find a small alcove in the crevasse wall with a ledge that I can easily pull myself up from. It is here that I shall spend the night. Or at least however much of it I can sleep through...
Damn my fool head and my snow-clouded eyes... After waking from an entirely unhelpful doze, I set out into the freezing night once more to find my way around the rock cleft I was impeded by.
Not a hundred paces to the north did I find a way around. I had settled myself in one of the feeble cracks trailing out from the end of this rift, attempting to build up the strength and determination needed to travel around it.
I don't suppose I could be held entirely to blame. The lower reaches of this mountain range seem to be in a perpetual blizzard, something I was spared in its higher peaks. I can barely see the ground I tread upon, which is a disturbing thought after encountering such a danger as that rift.
Thinking back on it, there was something rather unsettling about the way that crevasse ended... It did not become so shallow towards the end that it no longer proved difficult, it simply... Stopped. I remember looking down and cursing myself for not seeing the path around, and I notice only now that the chasm was just as deep as at any other point along its length. Peculiar indeed.
It seems my rations have frozen solid again. I can only look mournfully at their glossy coat of ice as my stomach complains of hunger. I seem to have plenty of these frost lumps, but their use is rather limited. I will hopefully find better rations for my return trip. Perhaps I can use these frozen chunks of meat to club some small animal to death and then eat
that animal's meat...
What worries me is that the rations do not seem to be holding up well under the constant cycle of freezing and thawing. It seems that each time a portion of the meat melts away with the ice, leaving a sizeable portion inedible. After a time, my stores may simply vanish.
Not a pleasant thought.
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/\ /\ /^\ /\ // \_\Alrighty, time for another modification... [NO_EAT]. I feel utterly justified in doing this, as Arkur's rations
don't thaw. The temperature (relative to me, at least) gets all the way up to "warm", but nothing will thaw. I've just dumped the massive amount of frozen water in order to get some extra speed (didn't work, this guy's already strong enough to carry everything), since it serves absolutely no purpose.
Yes, I will be getting some
very different rations for the return trip. Man, I should've paid more attention to the mountain climbing thread... I probably would've known all this non-thaw junk beforehand and prepared accordingly.
This guy's relatively clean, so I've run out of vomit coverings to eat. Hence the new tag for humies.
Oh, and one more thing... Apparently, sleeping has absolutely no effect on drowsiness. What a pain.
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